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Greater Roadrunner Art   1 comment

Greater Roadrunner — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Roadrunner

A cuckoo bird that lives for speed,
With your shaggy crest, what a site indeed.
Streaked feathers break up your silhouette.
And your unusual track, not your typical set.

A blue and orange patch behind your eyes,
You prefer to chase prey, instead of fly.
Your expressive long tail flips here and there…
Quail chicks and k-rats best beware.

It’s true, I often see you running about,
With a limp lizard’s tail hanging from your mouth,
Some have witnessed your familiar antics,
taunting rattlesnakes, eagles, and hairy arachnids.

But my favorite three things have to be,
Your curiosity each time you encounter me,
And how you turn your back to the sun for its heat
(like a tiny matador, feathers erect and sleek).

Finally, I think I must surely admit
That trickster track—your zygodactyl footprint!
How do I know which way you are going?
With two toes facing forward and the back two, back-going.

It doesn’t matter much to me you will see
I just look for the “X” in the sand to guide me.
On the trail of a friend, a cuckoo I know
the Greater Roadrunner, always running, on the go.

— Michelle Hedgecock

Hutton’s Vireo   1 comment

Hutton’s Vireo — Image by kenne

Hutton’s Vireo is a small songbird that bears an uncanny resemblance to a Ruby-crowned Kinglet. They can be
found in the Pacific coastal regions, where they tend to be richer green and yellow. However, in southeastern
Arizona, they are grayer like this one I photographed recently in the Cienega Creek Preserve. 

— kenne

 

Female Phainopepla In The Canyon   2 comments

Female Phainopepla In Sabino Canyon — Photo-Artistry by kenne

 

Walking With Bird Experts   3 comments

White-crowned Sparrow — Image by kenne

I try to walk

with bird experts

when out in nature

so I can learn

the names 

of those

I photograph.

— kenne

Seagull Over Puerto Peñasco, Mexico   Leave a comment

Seagull Over Puerto Peñasco, Mexico — Image by kenne

Oh, the wild seagull, the bold seagull,
As he screams in his wheeling flight;
As he sits on the waves in storm or calm,
All cometh to him aright.
All cometh to him as he liketh best,
Nor any his will gainsay;
And he rides on the waves like a bold, young king,
That was crowned but yesterday!

— from The Sea-Gull by Lloyd Mifflin

“Hope” is the thing with feathers – (314)   Leave a comment

Osprey — Mixed Art by kenne

“Hope” is the thing with feathers – (314)
 
“Hope” is the thing with feathers –
That perches in the soul –
And sings the tune without the words –
And never stops – at all –
 
And sweetest – in the Gale – is heard –
And sore must be the storm –
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm –
 
I’ve heard it in the chillest land –
And on the strangest Sea –
Yet – never – in Extremity,
It asked a crumb – of me.
 
— Emily Dickinson

Greater Roadrunner Portrait   Leave a comment

Greater Roadrunner Portrait by kenne

Greater roadrunner

Is the court jester of birds

Funny bird to watch.

— kenne

Gray Heron   1 comment

Gray Heron (Benson Sculpture Garden) — Photo-Artistry by kenne

And I rose
In a rainy autumn
And walked abroad in shower of all my days
High tide and the heron dived when I took the road
Over the border
And the gates
Of the town closed as the town awoke.

― Dylan Thomas

Adult Male Eastern Bluebird   1 comment

Adult Male Eastern Bluebird — Photo-Artistry by kenne

The Eastern Bluebird is a small thrush with a big, rounded head, large eye, plump body, and alert posture.
The wings are long, but the tail and legs are fairly short. The bill is short and straight.

Male Eastern Bluebirds are vivid, deep blue above and rusty or brick-red on the throat and breast.
Blue in birds always depends on the light, and males often look plain gray-brown from a distance.
Source: All About Birds

A Flight Of Small Cheeping Birds   1 comment

Cedar Waxwings — Photo-Artistry by kenne

To Waken An Old Lady

a flight of small
cheeping birds
skimming
bare trees
above a snow glaze.
Gaining and failing
they are buffeted
by a dark wind—
But what?
On harsh weedstalks
the flock has rested—
the snow
is covered with broken
seed husks
and the wind tempered
with a shrill
piping of plenty.

— William Carlos Williams 

Sandhill Cranes   2 comments

Sandhill Cranes at Whitewater Drew (McNeal, Arizona) — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Every man is his own Pygmalion,
and spends his life fashioning himself.
And in fashioning himself, for good or ill,
he fashions the human race and its future.

–I. F. Stone

‘Hope is a slave; Despair is a freeman.’   1 comment

Male Cardinal  in Sabino Canyon, An Early Sign of Spring — Images by kenne

The Freeman

Hope is a slave; Despair is a freeman.’

A VAGABOND between the East and West,
Careless I greet the scourging and the rod;
I fear no terror any man may bring,
Nor any god.

The clankless chains that bound me I have rent,
No more a slave to Hope I cringe or cry;
Captives to Fate men rear their prison walls,
But free am I.

I tread where arrows press upon my path,
I smile to see the danger and the dart;
My breast is bared to meet the slings of Hate,
But not my heart.

I face the thunder and I face the rain,
I lift my head, defiance far I fling, —
My feet are set, I face the autumn as
I face the spring.

Around me on the battlefields of life,
I see men fight and fail and crouch in prayer;
Aloft I stand unfettered, for I know
The freedom of despair.

 
— Ellen Glasgow

Who Killed Cock Robin?   Leave a comment

American Robin — Image by kenne

Who killed Cock Robin?
I, said the Sparrow,
with my bow and arrow,
I killed Cock Robin.

Who saw him die?
I, said the Magpie,
with my little teeny eye,
I saw him die.

Who caught his blood?
I, said the Duck,
it was just my luck,
I caught his blood.

Who’ll make the shroud?
I, said the Beetle,
with my thread and needle,
I’ll make the shroud.

Who’ll dig his grave?
I, said the pheasant,
it wasn’t very pleasant,
I’ll dig his grave.

Who’ll be the parson?
I, said the Rook,
with my little book,
I’ll be the parson.

Who’ll be the clerk?
I, said the Lark,
if it’s not in the dark,
I’ll be the clerk.

Who’ll carry the link?
I, said the Linnet,
I’ll fetch it in a minute,
I’ll carry the link.

Who’ll be chief mourner?
I, said the Dove,
I mourn for my love,
I’ll be chief mourner.

Who’ll carry the coffin?
I, said the Kite,
if it’s not through the night,
I’ll carry the coffin.

Who’ll bear the pall?
I, said the Crow,
with the cock and the bow,
I’ll bear the pall.

Who’ll sing a psalm?
I, said the Thrush,
as she sat on a bush,
I’ll sing a psalm.

Who’ll toll the bell?
I, said the Bull,
because I can pull,
I’ll toll the bell.

All the birds of the air
fell a-sighing and a-sobbing,
when they heard the bell toll
for poor Cock Robin.

—  English Nursery Rhyme

Female Cardinal   2 comments

Female Cardinal — Image by kenne

Sanderling Wading Bird   2 comments

Sanderling Wading Bird (San Diego 01-15-13) — Image by kenne

Posted January 9, 2021 by kenneturner in Birds, Information

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