Archive for the ‘Lesser Goldfinch’ Tag
Lesser Goldfinch — Image by kenne
This morning in southern Arizona,
the goldfinch wears yellow
like a small declaration.
I imagine he woke early
just to coordinate with the light,
while I stumbled out here
in whatever the day gave me.
— kenne
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Lesser Goldfinch: Tubac, Arizona — Image by kenne
In the fields we let them have— in the fields
we don’t want yet—
where thistles rise out of the marshlands of spring, and spring open— each bud a settlement of riches—
a coin of reddish fire— the finches
wait for midsummer, for the long days,
for the brass heat, for the seeds to begin to form in the hardening thistles, dazzling as the teeth of mice, but black,
filling the face of every flower. Then they drop from the sky.
— from Goldfinches by Mary Oliver
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Lesser Goldfinches At Patio Fountain — Image by kenne
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Ash-throated Flycatcher Near Tubac Along The Santa Cruz River
Ash-throated Flycatcher Near Tubac Along The Santa Cruz River
Lesser Goldfinch In A Mesquite Tree
Albert’s Towhee — Images by kenne
One of the birding trips I went on during last month’s Tucson Audubon Society’s annual birding festival was to Tubac,
which is located near the Santa Cruz River. These are a few of the better shots I was able to get while there.
Since I live in the Tucson area and often hiked trails in and around Tubac, most all the birds we saw I can see from my patio.
The major difference was being able to spend time with birders from all across the country and Mexico —
an interesting group of people, if you get my drift.
— kenne
‘Hope’ is the thing with feathers –
That perches in the soul –
And sings the tune without the words –
And never stops – at all –
And sweetest – in the Gale – is heard –
And sore must be the storm –
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm –
I’ve heard it in the chillest land –
And on the strangest Sea –
Yet – never – in Extremity,
It asked a crumb – of me.
— Emily Dickinson
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Lesser Goldfinch — Image by kenne
“They ought to put out the eyes of painters as they do goldfinches in order that they can sing better.”
— Pablo Picasso
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Lesser Goldfinch: Water On A Hot Day — Image by kenne
birds come for water
water on a desert day
a sunny blue sky
— kenne
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Lesser Goldfinch — Photo-Artistry by kenne
A bird in the bush
Worth more than two in the bush —
Camera in hand.
— kenne
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Lesser Goldfinch Day Two — Image by kenne
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Lesser Goldfinches In The Bushes — Image by kenne
Lesser Goldfinches
Near the Tanque Verde wash
Foraging in bush.
— kenne
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Lesser Goldfinch — Computer Art by kenne
Lesser goldfinch
in the canyon
reflecting
little gold flecks
lighting up
the mesquite tree.
My words are wings
again I encounter thee
with your breast of gold
in my dreams
lighting up
my lemon tree.
— kenne
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Lesser Goldfinch in a Mesquite Tree — Image by kenne
Oh Little Bird
Oh little bird with head atilt,
In safety drinking as thou wilt
From out the wayside found;
Unmindful of the noisy crowd profane,
What fears thy wings surmount!
Oh blithesome, eager little bird,
With reverent head turned heavenward,
I feel thy silent thanks!
The charm within the voice of men,
The potency of gift of pen,
Thy gratitude outranks.
So would I find some wayside pool,
Some sheltered spot with water cool
From which no more to shrink.
Oh little bird with head atilt,
Would I had wings to soar ‘bove guilt
And share thy tranquil drink!
— Edwin Leibfreed
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Lesser Goldfinch In The Canyon — Image by kenne
