Bird Essays and Poetry
Bird’s Unlimited—the name of a bird lover’s store with feeders, field
guides, tapes of birdsong, books, bird houses, bird seed, suet cakes,
almost anything a person could want for birdwatching.
A mockingbird sings outside my window this morning. I’ve seen
him many a morning balancing on the telephone wire, perching on the
backboard of the basketball goal, on the roof of the well house, or
sitting in the uppermost branch of a young pecan tree; and how he sings!
It’s
pouring rain again this morning when I wake, with less thunder and
lightning than we had during the night. When it slows to a sprinkle, I
decide to venture out. The board I use to cross the cattle gap to the
mailbox has flipped up with one end wedged in between the bars of the
gap.
A Poem
If you know me, you know how I love birds. I love to watch birds flying,
feeding, nesting. I love the way they move in communities like sparrows,
ducks, seagulls, and cardinals, or individually—territorially, like
hummingbirds, mockingbirds, and Blue Jays.
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