Wednesday, June 4, 2008
I saw the brilliant father stop by
perched on a patio chair--
couldn't get a good shot, though,
& the mother, whose dishevelment,
evidently resulting from just sitting
for so long, endeared her forever to me--
her topknot in such disarray.
But now she's sleek again, & assertive,
a grain of something that looked like a bit of dried corn
glowing within her golden orange beak.
The way she waits for the biggest chick
to stand down so she can reach the smaller ones,
& her fierce pride, flying in the face
of bluejays taunting
like juvenile delinquents on a subway,
or well-meaning humans.
When I approach the window,
from inside my own house,
inside, with camera or coffee cup,
she flies at the glass & her entire
So I keep in the shadow of a curtain
watching from time to time
as I pass by on other duties
to spy on the progress.
This rich blessing of time--
to love & observe the birds
I leave a small pile of popcorn
just outside the door
Posted by aimlessjoys 2 at 7:05 AM