Feathers

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?

winter bird

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.

Mundane Monday #200: crop.

For Mundane Monday #200, my prompt is crop.

My subject, this hummingbird, has a crop. But I also cropped the photograph. And are we planning crops for the spring? There are other sorts of crops.

Tell us and show us a photograph that uses crop. I will list them next week.

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Last week’s prompt was portal.

A new contributor bushboy adds a beautiful portal.

The Photo Junkie also joins with a portal in stone.

KLAllendorfer has photographs that are an Edinburgh portal.

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.

flare

For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: flare.

Tictoc’s ruff of feathers look black from the side, but flare to scarlet and pink when seen straight on. That flare must help this small bird chase the larger ones away.

"Tictoc", a hummingbird, in a snowy lilac.

Tictoc has been chasing chickadees and towhees away over the weekend, no respect for larger size. But I had a second hummingbird sitting in the lilac at the same time.

Female Anna's hummingbird sitting in a snowy lilac bush.

bottle joy

For photrablogger’s Mundane Monday: Bottles.

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!”

Tictoc

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.

For the Daily Prompt: relate.