Bluesy-Riff
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It took me a long time, but I finally understood why so many folks love the birds. I took this Spring to slow down and sit on our deck and do wordle's. Well... I discovered the birds - and - continued the wordle's!
Haven't been birding yet, but very much enjoy watching them in our backyard. Working on understanding what they like to eat! We have two feeders and a plate full of black oil sunflower seeds and a few peanuts here and there. (I just checked and one pile of peanuts is gone and the other is disappearing. grin)
I've seen the birds waiting their turn at the feeder, fighting a bit for the seeds, chasing off another bird, and up to seven of the mourning doves cleaning up the dropped seeds and then "lazing" around for a 10-15 minute siesta afterward.
Love their flyby's! Some of them think they are fighter pilots. You know, with beautiful turns. The blue-jay has a very cool turn. The mourning doves are lyrical in flight and the little guys (don't know who they are) can pick up a seed swifter than any other and then fly off with it. I could go on.
Anyway, I have LOTS and LOTS to learn, so I plan to be quiet from here on out. But, I love the Birds. Also, enjoy poetry.
Here's one for you:
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“Hope” is the thing with feathers
BY EMILY DICKINSON
“Hope” is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune without the words -
And never stops - at all -
And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard -
And sore must be the storm -
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm -
I’ve heard it in the chillest land -
And on the strangest Sea -
Yet - never - in Extremity,
It asked a crumb - of me.
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I look forward to being part of this forum. From what I've gleaned it's a pretty exciting place to be! Tons of knowledge.
And, no, I'm usually NOT this long-winded!
Haven't been birding yet, but very much enjoy watching them in our backyard. Working on understanding what they like to eat! We have two feeders and a plate full of black oil sunflower seeds and a few peanuts here and there. (I just checked and one pile of peanuts is gone and the other is disappearing. grin)
I've seen the birds waiting their turn at the feeder, fighting a bit for the seeds, chasing off another bird, and up to seven of the mourning doves cleaning up the dropped seeds and then "lazing" around for a 10-15 minute siesta afterward.
Love their flyby's! Some of them think they are fighter pilots. You know, with beautiful turns. The blue-jay has a very cool turn. The mourning doves are lyrical in flight and the little guys (don't know who they are) can pick up a seed swifter than any other and then fly off with it. I could go on.
Anyway, I have LOTS and LOTS to learn, so I plan to be quiet from here on out. But, I love the Birds. Also, enjoy poetry.
Here's one for you:
_______________________________________________
“Hope” is the thing with feathers
BY EMILY DICKINSON
“Hope” is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune without the words -
And never stops - at all -
And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard -
And sore must be the storm -
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm -
I’ve heard it in the chillest land -
And on the strangest Sea -
Yet - never - in Extremity,
It asked a crumb - of me.
________________________________________________
I look forward to being part of this forum. From what I've gleaned it's a pretty exciting place to be! Tons of knowledge.
And, no, I'm usually NOT this long-winded!
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