We have a flock of finch that moved into the neighborhood overnight. They seem like they are not very excited to share with the neighbors already here. We will see how this plays out.
Frost
The birds were landing in the bird bath but they couldn't get to the water so I had to help them by breaking the ice for them and refilling it.
The red shouldered hawk shows up every time I go outside.
Even the squirrels are growing immune to its calling.
Wheels
Oh! The nuthatches...
Cedar
Winter day
Cloudy sky
Stillness
Except the birds
Who seek
Food.
Above
The deafening silence
The red shouldered hawk
Calls
From the pecan trees
Of my childhood...
Crows
'Caw'
In the south...
The fly westward
Chasing
The hawk
Of out THEIR woods...
And still the hawk
Calls...
Wren knows this call
Is not the call
Of the hunt.
She returns to her song...
A brown creeper
Scratches its way up the pine
Chickadee and titmouse
Fly to and from...
A ruby crowned kinglet
Hangs upside down
Fetching its meal...
Still the hawk calls
Still the crows chase...
Until
It
Stops...
Until
It leaps
Into
Flight
Air catching under his wings
In one
Powerful
Wing beat...
His body lifts
Easily
To the sky.
In the flash of a mere second
The voice that filled
The silence
Becomes the voice
Of the silence...
The world
Returns
To winter.
