Tag Archives: birds
There is nothing in which the birds differ more from man than the way in which they can build and yet leave a landscape as it was before. ~Robert Lynd, The Blue Lion and Other Essays
A magic garden that I know. . .Where red birds sing and blue frogs grow. . . Where ducks stop in and then they stay. . . and raccoon’s favourite place to play. A magic garden that I know. . … Continue reading
How do birds fly between branches in deep woods without hitting anything, how do elk with huge bodies and gigantic racks manage to disappear through denseness without mishap, where do all the animals sleep at night, and how do they … Continue reading
LEFT. . . RIGHT. . . UNDER!
Falling water, healing sound, birds chirp softly all around peace and quiet, all we hear – Dionysus does not dwell here. ©2017 Sharron R. McMillan (Dionysus – the god of noise and tumult)
Happy who for a season may Absent themselves on buoyant wing! The birds that Winter drives away Will surely come again with Spring. They of our ills will mindful be, And when at length the storm has passed, They will … Continue reading
Looking like a piece of bark come to life, the Brown Creeper crawls up trunks of trees, ferreting out insect eggs and other morsels missed by more active birds. … Reaching the top of one tree, it flutters down to … Continue reading
Little birds are checking out the feeders and I heard a squirrel cursing at the white stuff that has buried his stash of fir cones. ©Sharron R. McMillan
Into the woods we go on trails that once led to dead trees we cut for firewood, now loop and join each other for a lazy walk through quietness. A forest whispers, even bird voices are muted and thoughtful. ©2000 … Continue reading
Bird in every tree coaxing the sun to stay.