Anna’s Hummingbird, Tanuri Ridge, Arizona — Image by kenne
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Little Guy High In The Sky 1 comment
Little guy
Anna’s Hummingbird 2 comments
Female Anna’s Hummingbird — Image by kenne
Lack of rain in the Sonoran Desert has reduced the amount of food available for hummingbirds — very few wildflowers this year. But my lemon tree, which is in bloom has been attacking several of these small birds. Plus, I’m not sure how the warmer than normal has affected migration.
Here in Tucson, you can see hummingbirds year-round in riparian areas and backyards. We are fortunate to have The Paton Center for Hummingbirds, a place to explore and experience the special birds of southeast Arizona. It is dedicated to the celebration and conservation of hummingbirds—and all of southeast Arizona’s astounding biodiversity—through recreation, education, and sustainable living.
— kenne
Framed In A Kaleidascope World Leave a comment
Framed In A Kaleidoscope World (Juvenile Anna’s Hummingbird) — Computer Art by kenne
The Hummingbird Inspires Music Leave a comment
Juvenile Anna’s Hummingbird (?) — Image by kenne
I fly to the “Flight of the Bumblebee”
I dance to “Shout”
I sing to “The Power of Love”
I live to the “Songs of Life”
I create to “Kind of Blue”
— kenne
“The right notes can fertilize
the sound of a composition
that it can make the sound grow;
much like adding lemon
to fish or vegetables
that bring out the flavor.
That it’s your sweat.”
— Miles Davis
Broad-billed Hummingbird — Image by kenne
Capturing The Moment — Anna’s Hummingbird 7 comments
Anna’s Hummingbird — Images by kenne
Humming-Bird
by D.H. Lawrence
I can imagine, in some other world
Primeval-dumb, far back
In that most awful stillness,
That only gasped and hummed,
Humming-birds raced down the avenues.
Before anything had a soul,
While life was a heave of matter, half inanimate,
This little bit chipped off in brilliance
And went whizzing through the slow, vast, succulent stems.
I believe there were no flowers then,
In the world where the humming-bird flashed ahead of creation.
I believe he pierced the slow vegetable veins with his long beak.
Probably he was big
As mosses, and little lizards, they say, were once big.
Probably he was a jabbing, terrifying monster.
We look at him through the wrong end of the telescope of
Time,
Luckily for us.
