NaturesOde

  Sit back and enjoy The warming feel Of this summer day Crows at play Dirt road leads the way. Golds, dark blue and movement Have their say.

 

  Treetop red a promise said in song so rich, becoming. I walk away, but most the day I find myself song humming

  Hans is a builder with dumpsite junk. For example wife Timbi’s duck house and compound. Soon delightful eggs and meat to be shared with many. Sam and Stuart have to bust up beaver dam. Restoring important water flow.

  Summer has left us. In the much cooler nights The absence of mosquitos The honking of geese The butterfly meanderings The blushing cavalcade  Of deciduous CRAYOLA. The bursting show tables Of Farmers Markets. But can we shed tears Living here in delicious Canadian change and Seasons? I think not. I have spoken with the dairy cattle Bunched in field’s corner fencing. Ruminating. They moo their contentment in Much of the above. In confidence that the warm Intimacy of winter’s shed Will soon arrive. The lanterns, the stored up hay. The smells of togetherness. The daily milkings From that kindly Man Or his pig-tailed Daughter. Singing the latest. And never rushing.

  h ttps://www.audubon.org/field-guide/bird/american-redstart Warblers in general are often called 'the butterflies of the bird world,' but the Redstart may live up to that nickname more than any other species. This beautiful warbler flits about very actively in the trees, usually holding its wings and tail partly spread, as if to show off their patches of color. At times it feeds more like a flycatcher than a typical warbler, hovering among the foliage and often flying out to grab insects in mid-air.