Thursday, May 31, 2012

Sun Sorcery



Came down stairs as the sun was rising, washing the grass in dew drenched light. Tried to get the pets fed fast enough to get a photo as it popped over the edge of the old horse pasture. Alas, too slow, too old, too mired in morning critter routine. It was up like a ruby orange before I got there.






It turned the mountains ghostly pink then lit them up all fiery bright. Sun plus dew turns  ordinary grass to silver thread.... alchemy, alchemy, where is the witch?






Two gold finches sat on asparagus threads, riding them right to the ground, then bouncing up again like kids on a good springy branch. They were eating something, God knows what.


Shakespeare couldn't write all the dawning drama in the trees and hedgerows, singing, loving, fighting, guarding eggs, stealing eggs, hummers dodging and darting like fighters. they sound like little boys with toy cars as they zip by my ear. I think they have accepted my presence on the porch....it can be disconcerting when they treat you like just another tree.


 It is loud out there at daybreak. Catbird, robin, red-winged black bird, yellow warbler, common yellow throat, indigo bunting, blue jay, gold finch, willow fly catcher, ruby-throated hummingbird, cardinal, killdeer, northern mockingbird, starling, common grackle, house sparrow (bah humbug) Nothing exciting this morning, but lots of commotion just the same.


Fun with birds, all day every day.

13 comments:

Woodswalker said...

I always come to your blog first thing in the morning, because you always remind me to treasure the day. Thank you for putting such beautiful words to the wonders around us.

Ed said...

Nothing better than watching a fog shrouded sunrise..:-)
great pics..

Caroline said...

Love a springy branch! We had an ancient willow on our Lake Champlain shoreline that was the best bouncer ever when I was a kid. :o)

Rev. Paul said...

Beautiful photos.

Jan said...

Lovely post. Have you thought about getting a 501c3 as a non profit bird sanctuary.

Anonymous said...

Lovely post. I, too, enjoy the daily dramas of life right outside my door.

The finches? Probably eating asparagus berries,if there are any still left on the plants. Now maybe they will plant a new "wild" patch nearby . . .

Deb

Anonymous said...

Lovely post. I, too, enjoy the daily dramas of life right outside my door.

The finches? Probably eating asparagus berries,if there are any still left on the plants. Now maybe they will plant a new "wild" patch nearby . . .

Deb

lisa said...

It sure was a beautiful day! Unfortunately the rain is coming back ;(

threecollie said...

Ww, that is really nice to hear. Thanks. the older I get, the more I enjoy the little stuff.

Ed, mornings are the best this time of year! I get up long before I have to just to enjoy them'

Caroline, the stuff we did as kids! Sure didn't need computers and fancy phones to have fun!

Rev. Paul, thank you!

Jan, thank you. That is something I don't know anything about, but it sounds like an interesting idea. We did look into putting some land into conservation reserve and letting them build ponds and such, but the red tape and regulations were insane so we let it drop.

Deb, I'll bet you are right. We have a big patch right by the porch that I assume they planted since we didn't. lol

LIsa, it was gorgeous. How I love the beginning of June!

Cathy said...

Alchemy alright. That's what you do with words, my friend.

You magically transport us onto a dewy hilltop surrounded by hedgerows and golden dawn.

A gift. Thank you.

Cathy said...

And that lovely photo and description of gold finches riding the asparagus threads . . .
Brought back one of Frost's great poems -' Birches.'

" . . I should prefer to have some boy bend them
As he went out and in to fetch the cows—
Some boy too far from town to learn baseball,
Whose only play was what he found himself,
Summer or winter, and could play alone.
One by one he subdued his father's trees
By riding them down over and over again
Until he took the stiffness out of them,
And not one but hung limp, not one was left
For him to conquer. He learned all there was
To learn about not launching out too soon
And so not carrying the tree away
Clear to the ground. He always kept his poise
To the top branches, climbing carefully
With the same pains you use to fill a cup
Up to the brim, and even above the brim.
Then he flung outward, feet first, with a swish,
Kicking his way down through the air to the ground.
So was I once myself a swinger of birches.
And so I dream of going back to be. . . "

Terry and Linda said...

I try to visit you first thing in my morning...Good Morning!


Linda
http://coloradofarmlife.wordpress.com
http://deltacountyhistoricalsociety.wordpress.com

threecollie said...

Cathy, oh, thank you! I had read that poem back in school...we read a lot of Frost, as everyone should still today...and loved that one. However I had forgotten all about it, having gotten stuck on "Two roads diverged" in my memory.

Linda, thank you. I am grateful for every visit and for your always encouraging comments. It is a regret to me that Colorado is so darned far from upstate NY