This is the final poem in my Falling Angels Dream Poetry series.
Some people say there are
Angels among us
I have faith in birds I search for a nest Hummingbird nest the size of a nut tiny, lined with spiderwebs I love the herons too great blue heron flying lands in a tree above me I look through my mechanical eye zoom in click click and there is another at the tree top two in a tree I move around and there – one drops down one flies I am not distracted a nest a six foot nest blessed I move away gently
I wander back by the tree gently in the morning in the evening not one not two two in this tree two in that one in another as many as five in a tree six foot wing spans a rookery of winged beings
angels among us and why would we think they would look like us?
Our snow is gone, but I heard on bird note how the Anna’s hummingbirds survive. One morning the temperature here was 14 degrees F, and then the hummingbird was out as soon as it was light. Dive bombing me as I brought out the feeder after thawing it. Bird note says that they can slow their metabolism, like a mini hibernation, during the freezing temperatures. This helps them expand their range and get a jump on the humming birds that go south.
I wondered last week if I should end this version of Mundane Monday with number 200. But I had not given warning, nor asked if someone wants to take over and anyhow, I thought, it gives me joy on Monday. Maybe it does for others too and isn’t one enough? So many thanks to the people reading and the old and new entries.
For photrablogger’s Mundane Monday #143: chair. Now we have a theme each week and I comb through my photographs. This is in my kitchen. The frame is the objects and my eye moves around the photograph, trying to decide what the focus is. Just a kitchen morning, really.
Here is a fabulous use for a bottle, to feed Tictoc and our other hummingbirds. We read and found that the Anna’s hummingbird winters in our area, so she is an Anna’s and we are not messing up migration.
The plastic bit at the top broke in high winds, so I improvised a hanger cage with picture wire. I can gently fold it back to refill the feeder when it is empty.
“Look, mom, no wings!” or maybe: “Hey, your camera cannot keep up with me!”
This is NOT a brilliant photograph, but I am putting it up anyhow. This is Tictoc, one of the two regulars that come to the hummingbird feeder outside my window and a new part of our family. Tictoc is grooming in this shot. I still have not figured out what species of hummingbird, nor whether male or female, though we’re over gender anyhow, right?
When I go out the back door during the day, Tictoc makes a ticking sound. I imitate it. Tictoc will talk back and forth a bit and recognizes me now. Which hummingbird tics like that? The Broadtailed “trills with wings in flight”, so that is my current guess.
I chose Tictoc remembering the Oz books. What wonderful flights of imagination.
I will take more pictures. This is through the kitchen window. We have a suet feeder around the corner. The birds come to that in groups, because Tictoc and the other hummingbird are very territorial.
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