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Female Phainopepla In Sabino Canyon — Photo-artistry by kenne
Whenever we need to make a very important decision it is best to trust our instincts, because reason usually tries to remove us from our dream, saying that the time is not yet right. Reason is afraid of defeat, but intuition enjoys life and its challenges. — Paulo Coelho
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Female Phainopepla in Sabino Canyon — Image by kenne
In Sabino’s golden morning, a female phainopepla rests— soft gray against the thorny reach of a leafless ocotillo.
Her crest lifts in the quiet wind, eyes sharp for the shimmer of berries. The canyon holds its breath, sunlight weaving silver through her feathers.
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Female Phainopepla In The Morning Sun — Image by kenne
Morning sun rising Early walkers see the birds Greeded by singing. — kenne
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Female Phainopepla — Image by kenne
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Female Phainopepla In The Pines (Mt. Lemmon) — Image by kenne
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Female Phainopepla In Sabino Canyon — Photo-Artistry by kenne
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A Female Phainopepla On a Chilly, Windy Morning In Sabino Canyon — Image by kenne
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Female Phainopepla — Photo-Artistry by kenne
“I look at the bird and only slowly over the years see it /
who has seen me from the first”
— from Hen Harrier Poems by Colin Simms
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Here comes the sun
When I take up
Solitude with style
— kenne
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There She Was
There she was, Gazing at me Wondering why I look so funny.
There she was, On her perch An ocotillo branch Sharing the gray.
There she was A little red In her eye Continuing to gaze.
There she was As I wonder why The ocotillo Not mesquite.
There she was Flycatcher by name Preferring the berries Of desert mistletoe.
There she was Not gazing at me Turning her eye To mistletoe berries.
There she was In the desert winter No insects For this flycatcher.
There she was Where there are Berries abundant For a misnamed bird.
There she was Until the days Grew hot In the desert sun.
Now she’s gone To the mountains In search of a New berry source.
— kenne
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It is necessary to run risks.
— Paulo Coelho
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Female Phainopepla in Sabino Canyon — Image by kenne
After spending the summer at the higher elevations of the Santa Catalina Mountains, phainopeplas have returned to the lower Sabino Canyon.
— kenne
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The cool wind blew in my face all at once I felt as if I had dullness from myself. Before me lay a long gray line a black mark down the center. The birds were singing. It was spring. — Burl Ives
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“Be like the bird who, halting in her flight on a limb too slight, yet sings, knowing she has wings.” — Victor Hugo
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There She Was
There she was, Gazing at me Wondering why I look so funny.
There she was, On her perch An ocotillo branch Sharing the gray.
There she was A little red In her eye Continuing to gaze.
There she was As I wonder why The ocotillo Not mesquite.
There she was Flycatcher by name Preferring the berries Of desert mistletoe.
There she was Not gazing at me Turning her eye To mistletoe berries.
There she was In the desert winter No insects For this flycatcher.
There she was Where there are Berries abundant For a misnamed bird.
There she was Until the days Grew hot In the desert sun.
Now she’s gone To the mountains In search of a New berry source.
— kenne
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Female Phainopepla In The Morning Sun (January 7, 2020 — Sabino Canyon)
Female Phainopepla — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Female Phainopepla Photo-Artistry by kenne
Female Phainopepla in Sabino Canyon — Image by kenne
Female Phainopepla — Computer Painting by kenne
Bird On A Limb (Female Phainopepla) — Computer Art by kenne
Female Phainopepla — Image by kenne
