Archive for the ‘Birds’ Category

Yellow Crowned Night Heron   Leave a comment

Yellow Crowned Night Neron blogYellow Crowned Night Herons, San Antonio River Walk — Image by kenne

Stop searching the world for treasure, the real treasure is in yourself.

— Pablo Valle

Lesser Goldfinch   Leave a comment

Lesser Goldfinch-0676 art blogLesser Goldfinch — Computer Art by kenne

Lesser goldfinch
in the canyon
reflecting
little gold flecks 
lighting up
the mesquite tree.

My words are wings
again I encounter thee
with your breast of gold
in my dreams
lighting up
my lemon tree.

— kenne

 

The Dapper, Pyrrhuloxia   Leave a comment

Pyrrhuloxia (1 of 1) blogPyrrhuloxia Photographed in Sabino Canyon by kenne

This male pyrrhuloxia looks a lot like a female Northern Cardinal and its song is nearly identical to the cardinal.

— kenne

My Horns Are Feathers   Leave a comment

Great Horn Owl-1013 art blogGreat Horned Owl — Image by kenne

My horns are feathers
and not ears as some may think,
they are in my head.

— kenne

Night Owl   Leave a comment

Great Horn Owl-1020 grunge Art blog“Night Owl” (Great Horned Owl) — Grunge Art by kenne

On the winding path
I continued to follow
An owl sat perched
Old tree remain hollow

Its eyes were wide
Piercing through me
Claws dug in
To the barren tree

Hoot hoot hoot
A steady beat
Inviting me
To take a seat . . .

—  from The Owl by Victoria Ruth

Barn Owl   Leave a comment

Barn Owl-0996 Art blogBarn Owl (Arizona-Sonora Desert Museum) — Grunge Art by kenne

Lesser Goldfinch — Oh Little Bird   2 comments

lesser-goldfinch-0676-blogLesser Goldfinch in a Mesquite Tree — Image by kenne

Oh Little Bird

Oh little bird with head atilt,
In safety drinking as thou wilt
From out the wayside found;
Unmindful of the noisy crowd profane,
What fears thy wings surmount!

 Oh blithesome, eager little bird,
With reverent head turned heavenward,
I feel thy silent thanks!
The charm within the voice of men,
The potency of gift of pen,
Thy gratitude outranks.

So would I find some wayside pool,
Some sheltered spot with water cool
From which no more to shrink.
Oh little bird with head atilt,
Would I had wings to soar ‘bove guilt
And share thy tranquil drink!

  — Edwin Leibfreed

 

 

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