Mexican Jay On Mt. Lemmon — Image by kenne
Anna’s Hummingbird at Our Patio Feeder — Image by kenne
She hovers, then drinks—
a drop of sweetness vanishes,
the feeder swings on.
Image by kenne
A desert sentinel atop a desert giant—
cactus wren and saguaro share the morning.
The artistic background softens the edges of the world,
leaving only the essentials: bird, cactus, sky, and wonder.
Curve-billed Thraster on an Ocotillo limb — Image by kenne
Anna’s Hummingbird — Image by kenne
Roadrunner On Patio Wall — Image by kenne
— kenne
Sandhill Cranes at Whitewater Draw — Image by kenne
— kenne
Great Blue Heron Over the Sweetwater Wetlands — Image by kenne
A shadow slides across the marsh
before the bird arrives.
Long legs trailing,
neck folded like a question.
For a moment,
the wetlands remember
what this valley looked like
before water engineers showed up.
— kenne
Male Phainopepla High in a Mesquite Tree — Image by kenne
The phainopepla sits in the mesquite
like a drop of ink that refused to dry.
My naturalist mentor would say
some creatures are born already knowing
how to keep their shine.
When it lifts,
white flashes beneath its wings—
a secret lining
only shown in motion.
— kenne
Bluebird in Flight Abstract by kenne
the bluebird
there’s a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I’m too tough for him,
I say, stay in there,I’m not going
to let anybody see
you.
there’s a bluebird in my heart that
ants to get out
but I pour whiskey on him and inhale
cigarette smoke
and the whores and the bartenders
and the grocery clerks
never know that
he’s
in there.
there’s a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I’m too tough for him,
I say, stay down, do you want to mess
me up?
you want to screw up the
works?
you want to blow my book sales in
Europe?
there’s a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I’m too clever, I only let him out
at night sometimes
when everybody’s asleep.
I say, I know that you’re there,
so don’t be
sad.
then I put him back,
but he’s singing a little
in there, I haven’t quite let him
die
and we sleep together like
that
with our
secret pact
and it’s nice enough to
make a man
weep, but I don’t
weep…
do you?
— Charles Bukowski
Cooper’s Hawk in the Patio Olive Tree Near the Bird Feeder– Image by kenne
— kenne
Waterfowl and Wading Birds at Whitewater Draw, January 2026 – Image by kenne
— kenne
Varied Bunting on a Mesquite Limb — Image by kenne
— kenne
A Reddish Egret Above the Gulf Shore — Image by Hugh
— kenne
Little Verdin in the Desert Willow by kenne
Little Verdin in the Desert Willow
A tiny pulse of feather—
among the Willow’s green—
the Sky—so dark a Sapphire—
it swallows what is seen—
He flickers—like a secret—
the Morning will not tell—
and leaves the hush of Desert—
more infinite—and still—
