Friday, November 2, 2012

B is for...


Carols of gladness ring from every tree.
~Frances Anne Kemble

All different manner of song, from the thrill to
the caw. Each sound unique and sweet.
All manner of size and color. Blues and yellows and blacks.
Top knots and feathered legs. Grand wingspans and
keen senses. Each is as beautiful as the next.
The way they fling the water and fluff their
feathers as they light in and out of a birdbath.
The way a dozen finches crawl all over a thistle sock.
The peep and chirp of a nest of newly hatched babies.
The variety of nests filled with natures bounty.
Tightly woven and strategically located.
The migratory season that brings new
visitors and ushers out the everyday.
The joy of watching it all unfold right
outside my kitchen window.

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