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Departure   2 comments

Raven Leaving Palm Tree — Image by kenne

“Departure”

A raven rests on fronded throne,
Where desert winds through palm have blown.
Its feathers ink against the sky,
A secret kept where shadows lie.

No caw, no cry, just silent grace,
It lifts into the sunlit space.
From tropic green to open blue,
It leaves the tree—and me—askew.

A parting like a whispered charm,
Dark wings retreating into calm.
And in its flight, the silence grew,
As if the palm now mourned it too.

Stunning Greater Roadrunner Photography   2 comments

Greater Roadrunner Showing-off His Stuff — Photo-artistry by kenne

Stunning roadrunner

Just a walking photoshoot

Showing-off his stuff.

— kenne

A Little Anna’s Hummingbird   Leave a comment

A Little Anna’s Hummingbird — Image by kenne

hello little bird

you’re easily not noticed

with your size and speed

— kenne

Curve-billed Thrasher Calling   3 comments

Curve-billed Thrasher Calling — Clip by kenne

Little Sparrow In The Morning Sun   Leave a comment

White-crowned Sparrow In The Morning Sun — Image by kenne

Little Sparrow

[Chorus]
Little sparrow, little sparrow
Precious fragile little thing
Little sparrow, little sparrow
Flies so high and feels no pain

[Verse 1]
All ye maidens, heed my warning
Never trust the hearts of men
They will crush you like a sparrow
Leaving you to never mend
They will vow to always love you
Swear no love but yours will do
Then they’ll leave you for another
Break your little heart in two

[Chorus]
Little sparrow, little sparrow
Precious fragile little thing
Little sparrow, little sparrow
Flies so high and feels no pain

[Verse 2]
If I were a little sparrow
Over these mountains I would fly
I would find him, I would find him
Look into his lying eyes
I would flutter all around him
On my little sparrow wings
I would ask him, I would ask him
Why he let me love in vain
I am not a little sparrow
I am just the broken dream
Of a cold false-hearted lover
And his evil cunning scheme

— Dolly Parton

Lesser Goldfinch   Leave a comment

Lesser Goldfinch (Southern Arizona) — Image by kenne

Vermilion Flycatcher   Leave a comment

Male Vermilion Flycatcher — Image by kenne

A feathered ember in a desert landscape, the male Vermilion Flycatcher is exactly what its name says:
a brilliant red bird that hawks flying insects from conspicuous perches on shrub tops and fences.
Though they barely reach the southwestern U.S., this species is common all the way through
Central America and much of South America. Source: CornellLab: All About Birds

Curve-billed Thrasher On The Rocks   1 comment

Curve-billed Thrasher On The Rocks — Image by kenne

Chipping Sparrow On Our Patio   Leave a comment

Chipping Sparrow On Our Patio — Image by kenne

Cactus Wren On Saguaro Cactus   1 comment

Cactus Wren On Saguaro Cactus — Image by kenne

Brewer’s Sparrow   2 comments

Brewer’s Sparrow In Sabino Canyon — Image by kenne

“In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.”

― Albert Camus

I Wandered Lonely As A Bird   3 comments

Cooper’s Hawk In Patio Olive Tree — Image by kenne

I wandered lonely as a bird,
from the dust of dreams I arose.
The sigh of desolate heart I heard
emanate from the depth of woes.
The music of love within me didn’t die,
floating in its cadence I soared in the sky.

— from I Wandered Lonely As A Bird by Subimal Sinha-Roy.

Hammond’s Flycatcher   1 comment

Hammond’s Flycatcher — Image by kenne

Hammond’s flycatcher
Trying to go unnoticed
Hides among the twigs.

— kenne

Vermilion Flycatcher In Cienega Creek Natural Preserve   Leave a comment

Vermilion Flycatcher in Cienega Creek Natural Preserve — Image by kenne

(Cienega creek originates in the Canelo Hills in Santa Cruz County, and flows northwest to an area just outside Tucson.
It runs along the east side of State Route 83 and passes under Interstate 10.)

may my heart always be open to little
birds who are the secrets of living
whatever they sing is better than to know
and if men should not hear them men are old

may my mind stroll about hungry
and fearless and thirsty and supple
and even if it’s sunday may i be wrong
for whenever men are right they are not young

and may myself do nothing usefully
and love yourself so more than truly
there’s never been quite such a fool who could fail
pulling all the sky over him with one smile

–ee cummings

Raven In The Snow   Leave a comment

Raven In The Snow (Mt. Lemmon) — Image by kenne

Raven in the snow

A big bird trying to land

A black and white view.

— kenne