birds


Blessed November sun,

warming my face.

Behind me,

a hummingbird,

like a sprung bowstring,

emerald-green,

but more precious, alive.

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Well, actually
they just swooped in
and hung out
for awhile.
Looking quite sociable,
and communicative.
Rather well-behaved.
Perhaps just there
to inspire a poem
in me.
I felt so honored.
It was quite a sight.

Not all that many;
just intense.
A real rapport.
Spiritual.
My heart swooned when I saw the first one winging in.

“Silly girl! We don’t eat spiders!”
“Not the ones on houses, anyway.
Maybe the ones in trees. We cool!”
They winked and flew away.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Part One

The crows swept in,
cawing their disapproval
of my
killing of the spiders.

Those tasty morsels!!

Part Two

My heart swooned when they swooped in.
“Silly girl! We don’t eat spiders!
“Not the ones on houses, anyway.
Maybe the ones in trees.”
They winked and flew away.

 

edited March 17th, 2016

Since seagulls (and birds) hold a special place for me –  a magnificent photo of a seagull!

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“The seagull – now there’s a bird that loves a good joke!”

with squalls pealing in from the distance, bell-like,

carried in and blowed about on the wind

welcoming sailors home from the sea, everywhere

to land, sweet land

though sometimes you’d rather just keep going –

not stop and be bothered by

all that worldly busy-ness

– except perhaps, for that cacophonous welcome!

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Click on the photos to see full-screen-sized images.

I left a lot of these photos dark. They are best viewed full size – you can see more detail. Some of them are quite lovely, if I do say so myself.  You get to fill them in with the colors and light of your own imagination. It was fun for me just to think about line / design / subject elements within the pictures. I like the moodiness, too – that’s something you have to deal with in this sunshine-deprived part of the world. I didn’t invent the darkness; I just wanted to portray it… lol

La Conner and this area are really quite charming. I don’t mean to disparage it. It gets a little touristy this time of year… but it’s very much an arts and crafts kind of community. It was fun to sit with a friend in a little local joint on the water and have a hamburger with all the local people. Or rather, to try to figure out who were locals and who were “visitors”.

Across the Swinomish Channel is the Swinomish Reservation and fishing port. Standing outside for a while, taking these pictures, it was instructional to watch the fisherman loading gear onto their boats. It looked like they were loading cages to fish for crabs.

A bald eagle swooped down low over the water, heading toward the bridge. It caused quite a commotion among the seagulls. Seagulls and crows will band together and flock against the larger predator birds. It was quite scenic. Then the eagle flew way up high and wheeled around above me, too far to get a photo as the rain started to sprinkle down.

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for sale by owner

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lifeboat

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Picnic shelters on Swinomish tribal lands made in the style of traditional woven-cedar hats (across from La Conner)

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La Conner main drag – on Puget Sound

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Crabbing boat getting ready to go out – Swinomish tribal  lands across from La Conner.

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seagulls

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This friendly seagull sat out on that piling, right outside the cafe window. I love seagulls and birds…

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Rainbow Bridge is a La Connor landmark, so I had to include it. From the tulip fields, just head southwest towards this bridge… Also, pencil some time in to go see Deception Pass, especially if you haven’t been. At Deception Pass is a bridge that goes from the mainland to Whidby Island. Way far below is a huge wide channel of swift waters. It’s a spectacular vista, truly a wonder of nature.

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a bird pleasantly warbling

for a long moment…

I encouraged it with silence

and communed,

enjoying its song

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A seagull wheeling in the strong cold winds off a bluff,

good-naturedly chuckling back at me

sharing its delight and freedom.

Warming me with its wisdom,

I’ve ascended a new plateau

on this blustery day

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up on a ladder today,

the chattering of crows

not so personal…

perhaps just curious

about the strange big bird

and what she’s doing up here, with them

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once I discouraged a crow

in angry chatter

bullying another crow.

I called hawk and eagle.

It heeded and flew off.

Later, a hawk appeared,

gazing  intently

from atop a telephone pole

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once, I found the world’s tiniest

hawk feather

waiting for me in the dry grass

I put it in a pouch

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the birds are my companions

I call to them

working, amusing ourselves

we don’t even care if we’re overheard

you either understand

or you don’t

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