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| A Brown Thrasher |
I enjoy sparrows, towhees,
titmice, finches, and wrens.
Of course, cardinal's red
and Jay's blue do impress;
yet wait for cinnamon garbed bird
to fly in low and land;
flash yellow eyes,
bare speckled breast.
Watch woodland's edge;
rewarded at last
as curved bill and slim, long tail feathers
grace suet dish.
Lured, but silent; anticipate a morning
he'll serenade with elaborate song.
Margaret Bednar, February 11, 2015
This is for "Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - Tuesday Platform" and for "Poetry Jam - Silence".
About a month ago I added suet to my bird feeder to attract woodpeckers. I have been successful. I was really surprised when this Brown Thrasher showed up - apparently they have a taste for it too. The bird guidebook says they hop along a woodland's edge like the Blue Jays, but I have never noticed them in my backyard as they obviously blend in. Their song is magnificent - and I really hope to be serenaded with it soon.
30 comments:
a beautiful description of a wonderland and its denizens...
Lovely words.
Happy ending with hope for a song :)
The birdfeeder can be wonderful place to spend your silence...
thats cool...my grandfather used to birdwatch....and my father in law does...cool that your efforts were rewarded, even if in a different way than you thought...
I love the idea of having a bird feeder in the garden and watching the birds serenade with elaborate songs ~ I am envious now~
oh what a great time you are having, luv that bird in the photo too
have a nice Wednesday
much love...
How wonderful to be able to sit silently and watch birds feed at flit. A beautiful moment in the day so well expressed in your poem.
I like the reflective mood of your poem and activity. Beautiful photo, Margaret!
The bird feeder enlivens the winter and keeps us in touch with the outside world when nature is not exactly luring us to go there as she does in summer. I envy you your towhees and thrashers, Margaret--we used to get them when we lived near a lake, but now we have only the grassy kinds of birds, mockingbirds, finches, doves and lots and lots of blackbirds. Plenty of woodpeckers, though. Lovely description in this.
There are some things in life that really are enriched by silence. The poem perfectly captures the wonderful beauty of the experience.
I love bird watching and you've captured the reason why. "Lured but silent, sip my coffee.." Alas, all we see are juncos and they're pretty little things but a woodpecker would be nice. We probably don't have enough mature trees in the yard.
I, too would perch for an elaborated song~ I love to watch the birds. I also wrote about red cardinal?! lol
I love:
"Lured but silent..."
Your photo and poem offer one's soul a calm time-out~
fabulous birds! i can see why you're smitten. i miss seeing them. had them in wisconsin but haven't seen them here in texas.
so often i am amazed at what i see in nature... cool pic
This is a bird-watchers paradise! I especially love the opportunity to meet knew birds in your photos and descriptions.
A perfect way to just be, loving the beauty of life unfolding just outside your window.
I LOVED that interview with Mary Oliver too!!!
What a gorgeous photo! Hope you hear that song soon! We only get bluejays, chickadees and crows...oh, seagulls are around too...but all their calls are kind of raucous and not too melodic. Guess that's winter for you!
You capture that beautiful feeling of morning peace...sipping your coffee in the time that is just yours...enjoyed this very much !
I too hope you will be serenaded soon as you sip your coffee in the morning quiet. What a lovely photo too. Not sure if we have those here in S California.
Beautiful poem.
Wonderful!
Our feeders are buried in snow, but soon... soon.
I love watching the birds at our feeder too. I never realized that thrashers had a song! I'll have to pay closer attention!
that's great picture
hope you get your morning song
cheers
jzb
So cool! Thanks, Margaret. K. Manicddaily
I love the way you had a different approach toward the prompt.
Oh, how lovely! Morning is indeed a time of anticipation.
The calmness of being one with the nature... true silence...
You know your birds Margaret....this is beautiful!!
I have started watching birds and it brings a pweace and silence to any day
Lovely poem expressing the anticipation of a song breaking the silence!
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