Wednesday, January 29, 2014

You are feeling veeeerrrrrrryy sleepy . . . . .







I watched him nodding off up in the old silver maple snag.   A frigid wind was ruffling the fur on his tail . . . but the returning sun felt good on his little squirrel back.   



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Tuesday, January 28, 2014

Birds of a Feather . . . Starlings









                                                   Starling

                                             
                                                 
                                     
                                     Ugly duckling,
                                     Squawking box.
                                     Through the winter
                                     flecked with spots.

                                      Dull and dissed, 
                                      until new sheen,
                                      reflects the sun
                                      of welcome Spring.



                                                  

Polished that little ditty off in about 10 minutes. Then I googled "starling poems" to see if it'd already been done.   Yup.  Great contrast.  Doggerel.  Poetry.

                                             Starlings In Winter by Mary Oliver


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Monday, January 27, 2014

Winter Birds through the Window at 10 '












Going to minus 11 tonight.

The birds are busy eating . .
and I'm busy keeping the feeders filled.
P.S.  That last one is not a bird :)

Sunday, January 26, 2014

Winter Birds - Through the Window






Wish I'd installed that birdbath heater a little earlier in the season.   Wow!


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Friday, January 24, 2014

Through Winter Windows







It's the time of year to sit inside looking out . . . hopefully with a warm cup of something,
 a good book - and always the camera at the ready.
Ya never know who's looking back.

At this link, find some lovely winter windows at Jonna's Maumee Meditations.

Tuesday, January 21, 2014

Things That May Salvage a Gray Day . . .














What the Heart Wants to See

Oh little shake of fluff and feather,
At my window in blustery weather,
Athwart the pine branch dipping down,
You flit away without a sound.





C. Wilson
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Sunday, January 19, 2014






  Oh Christmas Tree



Softly falls the snow around you,
as you struggle not to care,
that walkers let their dogs assault you
with legs akimbo in the air.

You wait beside the drifted curb
for the truck that comes around,
with squealing brakes that will disturb
the house's slumber with their sound.

But who will watch as you are lifted
heavenward to meet the end,
as are the others, now snow-drifted
supine and brittle on the ground?

Oh Christmas tree who threw the light
across the faces of the young,
Remember joy, the happy night,
when Christmas carols were happily sung.

Oh Christmas tree who patiently
graced the season of hope and love,
remember hands who carefully
placed the angel high above.

Remember green. The sun that shone,
above you in your forest home . .
and in that home that fades from sight . . .

You were the star that lit the night.



Cathy. Wilson




Sunday, January 12, 2014

The View From Northview Diary


Form her very unique vantage point, Marianne posts some beautiful pieces on life.

"So hooray for bluebirds, blue skies, and shining vistas of woods and wild lands. They do a body good."



Northview Diary



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