bird watching, week four
|white-crowned sparrow, 4.24.2014|
To A Sparrow
Among the clouds your couriers
post to embassies
beyond our fondest dreams
and heaven, the ancient court of saints
whispers to us
among the hemlocks
insistently of you.
William Carlos Williams
|speckled alder, 4.20.2014|
This is my favorite tree outside my window from the top floor of my art studio.
Base of trunk grew horizontally before growing upward.
|steller's jay, 4.25.2014|
No Brigadier throughout the Year
So civic as the Jay-
A Neighbor and a Warrior too
With shrill felicity
Pursuing Winds that censure us
A February Day,
Emily Dickinson (excerpt)
|bird watching, april 21, 2014|
Today I read that Thoreau kept detailed notes between 1851 - 1858 of the flowering times of about 500 species of plants!
Between 8:48 a.m. and 9:15 a.m., the grey tree squirrel and the Steller's Jay were competing for who gets the ground area and the feeder. As soon as the Steller's Jay arrived, the grey tree squirrel chased it away. Even when I couldn't see the squirrel, it would come dashing out from some where to claim the area.
|4.23.2014, bird watching|
Yesterday afternoon, as I was going upstairs, I looked out the window and saw a white-crowned sparrow sitting on the fence preening itself. I had not seen this one at the feeder or anywhere in the backyard. It was a magical litle bird, sitting there on the fence, soaking up the sun.