Monthly Archives: April 2018

The hummingbird was humming at the feeder I was at the kitchen sink The bird looked up and saw me there Hummed a beeline straight for me   He didn’t see the window He hit it with such force It … Continue reading →

I picked up a bundle of something That rolled right past me on my walk Some yarn and some twigs and mysterious things Held together with nothing but air I turned it over a time or two Until it became … Continue reading →

          I picked up a small antique bird in a musty old shop a bit of twine tied ‘round its leg   I held it for a moment or two then set it down, walked away … Continue reading →

It helps to have been born in a nest The higher up, the better A healthy wingspan is useful too And then, of course, some optimism Looking up instead of down Expands the chances for success   Flying is an … Continue reading →

I’m trying to remember what first sparked it this fascination with birds my lifelong obsession, a natural connection   hours spent pressed against a frosty window pane watching backyard birds at the feeder jays and cardinals, bright blooms of color … Continue reading →

If you were there that morning, you would have witnessed a certain kind of miracle   you would have seen me rocking bare feet and pajamas crawling beneath the bushes   you’d have caught me in all my glory wrestling … Continue reading →

One wee rusty wren warbling with glee will willingly wake those who sleep-walk through life wicked and weary, their wrong ways waste time while the world waits for change   from treetop to rooftop to worn windowsill we wait and … Continue reading →

You would think I’d be tired of this monotony Everyday flitting from tree to tree from fence to feeder from seed to seed Singing in unison Singing alone Repeating the melody of one perfect song   Truth is that each … Continue reading →

When I was 16 my boyfriend bought me a parrot and a cage to keep him in I wanted a lovebird Played a record day and night teaching that caged bird to talk Hello, baby, want a kiss? Hello, baby, … Continue reading →