Anna’s Hummingbird (Southern Arizona) — Image by kenne
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I Saw A Hummingbird As Big As The Sky 1 comment
Anna’s Hummingbird — Image by kenne
I saw a Peacock, with a fiery tail,
I saw a Blazing Comet, drop down hail,
I saw a Cloud, with Ivy circled round,
I saw a sturdy Oak, creep on the ground,
I saw a Ant swallow up a Whale,
I saw a raging Sea, brim full of Ale,
I saw a Venice Glass, Sixteen foot deep,
I saw a well, full of mens tears that weep,
I saw their eyes, all in a flame of fire,
I saw a House, as big as the Moon and higher,
I saw the Sun, even in the midst of night,
I saw the man, that saw this wondrous sight.
— Anonymous (400 Year-Old Nonsense Poem)
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Anna’s Hummingbird — Image by kenne
Named for the 19th-century Italian duchess Anna Massena, the
Anna’s hummingbird is one of only three hummingbird species
that are permanent residents of the United States and Canada.
(The others are the Allen’s and Costa’s.) This hardy hummingbird
has the northernmost year-round range of any North American
hummingbird species.
— American Bird Conservancy
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Anna’s Hummingbird — Image by kenne
It started just now with a hummingbird
Hovering over the porch two yards away then gone,
It stopped me studying.
I saw the redwood post
Leaning in clod ground
Tangled in a bush of yellow flowers
Higher than my head, through which we push
Every time we came inside —
The shadow network of the sunshine
Through its vines. White-crowned sparrows
Made tremendous singings in the trees
The rooster down the valley crows and crows.
Jack Kerouac outside, behind my back
Reads the Diamond Sutra in the sun.
— from Migration of Birds by Gary Snyder
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Anna’s Hummingbird — Image by kenne
Hello little bird
Resting for just a moment
Till time to move on.
— kenne
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Anna’s Hummingbird — Image by kenne
Anna’s Hummingbird
A beautiful little bird
Darts before my eyes.
— kenne
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Little Guy High In The Sky 1 comment
Anna’s Hummingbird, Tanuri Ridge, Arizona — Image by kenne
Little guy
high in the sky
I know
you see me
as I pass by
darting down
near me for a
closure look
only to quickly
move on by.
— kenne
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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
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Framed In A Kaleidoscope World (Juvenile Anna’s Hummingbird) — Computer Art by kenne
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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
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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.
Becoming is Superior to Being 