Monday, March 27, 2017
Spring enters with a chorus of bird calls. This is the most active time of year for the birds and I want to camp out on my front porch and take it all in.
The Mockingbirds are deliriously animated in their courtship. Sitting high atop the oak trees, reciting every playlist they've ever learned in hopes of attracting a mate.
The smaller birds, like the Black-crested Titmice and the Carolina Chickadees, chase each other through the trees, chattering as they go.
The Carolina Wrens are a fickle sort. Building a nest here, only to abandon it for a better location over there.
My sweet Phoebe's are a joy to watch and wake me every morning just before dawn with their gentle calls.
Yesterday, I watched two red-tailed hawks ascending the thermals, the sun burned their undersides golden as they dipped and soared. I'd love to follow them back to their nesting site but my world has boundaries that theirs will never know.
The Vermillion Flycatcher and his mate dashed through in a flash of tangerine-red. So brilliant my eyes can barely hold the color.
The black-chinned hummingbirds are back. Two so far. I have two feeders in the yard and they still don't want to share. When the ruby-throats start north the real wars will begin.
The finches are at the feeders again after feasting in the fields all winter. And the sweet chipping sparrows are enjoying the suet I keep stocked.
Soon the migratory birds will begin passing through and I'll have fun trying to identify them one-by-one. If you're interested, allaboutbirds.org is a great resource site.
Bird watching is a great excuse to slow down and take note of the world around you - you'll be amazed at what you can find in your own backyard!
So tell me, what are you observing through your lens this week?
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Monday, February 16, 2015
Inspired by . . . Life thru My Lens 7:52
The call of the Eastern Phoebe outside my bedroom window this past week has alerted me to the change in seasons. It may seem early to most of you, but although the Phoebes have been here all winter, the back and forth calling has only recently begun again. My alarm clock is back. You can read about that here, if you want. They are such an adorable bird. I love watching their in-flight aerobatics!
The absence of green, red, and gold, silver, blue and white dripping from nearly every surface is another sign of the season change. Time to decorate with pastels and think about the awesome and the profound. The true meaning of Spring: rebirth!
The birds are happy about the warmer weather and, I like to think, happy about me being outside to play hide and seek with them again. As I walk along, they flit, over and beside me, from limb to stalk to leaf. They know the true meaning of self-less abandon and my spirit soars along with them.
Then I see what all the excitement is really about . . . the pear tree is just beginning to bloom!
Breathe deeply, my friend. Can you smell it? No fragrance made by man can compare!
I walk around the tree as if in a trance, intoxicated by the scent. Do the birds smell it too? Is it the smell that draws the birds and the bees to the beauty of the bud?
There is new life here – bursting forth. Can you feel it?
The birds look down at me from the upper branches, wondering why I linger.
What did she come for? What does she seek?
The answer tumbles forth on the slant of the morning sun.
Blessings,
June
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