"Seriously, Mabel, did you hear about the Wood Duck down the canal? Dumped her eggs in a Hoodie's nest. No better than she should be." |
Grey Catbird, grumpy old dowager, all hump and rump.
Ruby-throated Hummingbird like a needle, embroiders the air over the rudbeckia....stitching up some bugs, then darting to the feeder to wash them all down.
As she turns this way and that her little motor sounds like the rumbling drum of summer.
Catbirds chatter from the ditch and goldfinches shriek about potato chips all day long.
Gossiping, gossiping, gossiping, needlework, and rocking babies in an oriole cradle. Singing about it all season long. "Swing me the cradle, cradle, cradle," calls the male from the top of the old spruce.
It's almost like a ladies' sewing circle only with feathers and flowers and all outdoors. With bugs, berries and grass seeds in place of the cakes and the cookies.
And then comes the Eastern Towhee, "Drink yer tea. Drink yer tea."
I feel so welcome out there with them all.
2 comments:
Poetry in pictures. Love it, love you. Mom
Thanks, Mom, bits of this were kicking around in my brain for several days and I finally got around to writing it down. Love you too.
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