Archive for the ‘Greater Roadrunner’ Tag
Greater Roadrunner — Image by kenne
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.
— from Roadrunner by Michelle Hedgecock
Like this:
Like Loading...
Greater Roadrunner — Image by kenne
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.
— from Roadrunner by Michelle Hedgecock
Like this:
Like Loading...
Greater Roadrunner Photo-Artistry by kenne
Listen!
The gravel verge bears a walker:
I hear chewing of shredded wheat.
Listen!
Birds call from dawn to sundown:
tedious mourning dove blues,
cactus wren’s grinding starter,
darting quail high notes: Uh-huh-Uh huh,
Hey-you! alert – the thrasher arrives.
Listen!
Our homes hum tones tiny to tremendous;
stretched and still in darkness,
I seek their source, finding some
in the pestling of brain, bones, molars.
Listen!
Attending too, to unfulfilled utterances:
hesitations, head dips, hand flutters,
the staccato of unsettled eyes and breath:
these voiceless notes of soul speak
of love or loss or the deep water strokes
of living without answers.
Listen!
(Used by Permission)
Like this:
Like Loading...
Greater Roadrunner In Mesquite Tree — Image by kenne
Roadrunners don’t spend much time in trees. However, this guy was in a mesquite tree where he could more easily be seen and heard by a female a few hundred feet away — it worked.
— kenne
Like this:
Like Loading...
Greater Roadrunner Photo-Artistry by kenne
What is he thinking
bobbing his tail
up and down
our curiosity shared
not knowing what
the other is thinking.
Conveying a cool air
with an eye on me
only a cocky tease
when his attention
is not me, but
a nearby lizard —
What was I thinking?
— kenne
Like this:
Like Loading...
Greater Roadrunner — Grunge Art by kenne
He is a joker
Not a singer, he just clicks
To get attention.
— kenne
Like this:
Like Loading...
Greater Roadrunner Stalking A Tree Lizard In A Mesquite Tree — Image by kenne
Quality is a direct experience independent of and prior to intellectual abstractions.
— Robert M. Pirsig
Like this:
Like Loading...
Greater Roadrunner In Patio Olive Tree — Photo-Artistry Image by kenne
“A medium of communication is not merely a passive conduit for the transmission of information
but rather an active force in creating new social patterns and new perceptual realities.”
— Leonard Shlain
Like this:
Like Loading...
One On the Nest, Another Helping to Build it. Images by kenne
Protected
by the cholla cactus
the yellow-eyed
big bird
sits
on the nest
while her mate
continues
to gather twigs
no insult to his
male hood.
— kenne
Like this:
Like Loading...
Greater Roadrunner — Digital Art by kenne
Here he comes again
Bird on the patio wall
Stalking a lizard.
— kenne
Like this:
Like Loading...
Greater Roadrunner Sitting On Nest In A Cholla Cacti — Image by kenne
A capitalist society requires a culture based on images.
It needs to furnish vast amounts of entertainment in order to
stimulate buying and anesthetize the injuries of class, race, and sex.”
— from “On Photography” by Susan Sontag
Like this:
Like Loading...
Greater Roadrunner — Image by kenne
Like this:
Like Loading...
Greater Roadrunner Sunning on a Cold Morning in Sabino Canyon — Image by kenne
I do not know if the desert can be loved,
but it is in the desert that my treasure lies hidden.
— Paulo Coelho
Like this:
Like Loading...
Greater Roadrunner In Patio Olive Tree — Image by kenne
As if to welcome us back, this roadrunner was in the olive tree on our patio. Nice to see you, my friend.
Greater roadrunner
Up in the patio tree
Beep-beep back at you.
— kenne
Like this:
Like Loading...
Greater Roadrunner On A Southwest Day — Image by kenne
