BRAVE BIRDS.....

"God is in the small details: in the simplicity of a bird's song, in the serene dawn, or in the first autumn leaf falling..." - Animal wised

                                    "Hold onto dreams......." - Langston Hughes

Stellar Jays, hogging the birdbath...

"More beautiful than the song of birds are their flights. Not every song is of joy, but every flight is of freedom...." -Mario Quintana

      Finch sinking his head into his feathers, being brave against the rain...

(Brave Hum  Hum in the twilight)

"Better than the sound of silence, only the singing of birds....."

-Aerton Guimares

"Faith is the bird that feels the light and SINGS  when the dawn is still dark.." - R. Tagore

Juncos.... buried in the Katura Tree leaves, hiding from  the rain.............

Flicker pauses in a rat- a- tat- tat moment...

"My wish is to stay like this forever...to live peacefully in a corner of nature...." -Claude Monet

     "Look at the birds of the air..." - Matthew 6:26

Flicker eats and eats and eats eats....while a Towhee ( minus its tail) gets away ( and lives to tell the tale!) from the clutches  of  neighbourhood  cats. Towhee hops and flies and swings around the trees, giggling at the cats below...very brave...

"Soar on wings like eagles. Run and not grow weary....." -Isaiah 40:31

"Nature always wears the colour of the spirit...." -Emerson

"Birds were not designed just to be beautiful jewels of the sky, but to serve as the eyes of heaven." -Suzy Kassem

Stellar Jays gobbling as many 

seeds as they can......they do NOT like sharing...

"Be as the bird perched on a frail branch, she feels bending beneath her. Still she sings all the same, knowing she has wings...." -Victor Hugo

 "I wake up every morning, FREE as a bird.." - Ashley Cole

"Tomorrow the birds will sing.  Be brave. face LIFE.." - Charlie Chaplin

                                 (Another Towhee with its tail intact.......happy and brave.... )

Photographs 2024

SEA and LAND

 SMOOTH between SEA and LAND
                              by  A.E. Housman (1859-1936)

 Smooth between sea and land
Is laid the yellow sand,

 And here through summer days

 Here the child comes to found
His unremaining mound,

 And the grown lad to score

 Two names upon the shore.

 Here, on the level sand,
Between the sea and land,

 What shall I build or write

 Against the fall of night?

 Tell me of runes to grave
That hold the bursting wave,

 Or bastions to design
For longer date than mine.

 Shall it be Troy or Rome
I fence against the foam,

 Or my own name, to stay
When I depart for aye?

 Nothing: too near at hand,

 Planing the figure sand,

 Effacing clean and fast

 Cities not built to last
And charms devised in vain,

 Pours the confounding main.

 Photographs 2019 M. Woods/Morgan Woods  Miracle Beach, Mt. Washington, Discovery passage.

SPENCER's RAINY DAY

                           Storm coming. Into the greenhouse.     Must have eaten too many snacks. Squeeze.

 Spencer's hideaway. Ahhh. Dry.

 
  From the greenhouse Spencer sees the Jays.   One has the best foot grab ever......

But it's cold  outside. He stays inside . Watching the jays.

                                                         Fog and mist in the forest.

                                                  Sky changes.Storm pauses.
"Birds sing after a storm, why shouldn't people feel as free to delight in whatever."
                                               (Rose Kennedy 1890-1995)

                                             Mountain range. First snow. Spencer shivers.

              A  terribly misty, rainy day.   Spencer can feel the damp through his paws. He can see Mt. Washington  from the greenhouse. First snow.

              Sog of a bog of a day.                                             Sky changes again. Ever hopeful.
"Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul and sings the tune without words, and never stops at all. " (Emily Dickinson) 1820-1886)

                Clearing.     Fogging up the window. Smokey stares.Willing Spencer to come out and play.

                             Outside again. Spencer poofs out his fur to warm himself.
  "Cats have very sad face. They look at you a long time and think about you. They are peaceful to have around." (Anon.)
                                                       And then the rain begins again.