Hungry

Tucked away from prey, hidden amongst dense leaves and branches, securely hatched in spit and collections, are two baby hummingbirds struggling to survive in the wake of their mother’s death.

Seven Swans

I am drowned in thoughts scraping winter from the driveway, while tossing back and forth moody emotions; trying to find balance between my head and my heart. The rhythmic motion soothes me, I am less agitated by my doubts and fears. Yet, still drawn to the tug and pull, lost amongst pain and joy. My…

Winter’s Bite

One foot in front of the other, my hiking boots grip to the snowy street, as I lean slightly back into the hillside, as to not slip, while my jacket collar tugs at my chin, reminding me its flexibility only goes so far. I have this vision of me rolling down the hill, turning into…

The Kitty Pursuit

She licks her paws to prepare, her tail methodically twitching, left, right, left, right. She hunches her body down, ready…waiting as she focuses her eyes on the task at hand; just beyond the windowpane feathers flutter.

A Breath of Creation

The screen door scratches against its frame when it opens by my forceful hand. I take a seat on the outdoor patio couch, nestling amongst the shade as the sun begins to rise taking in the views of Mt. Boney against the faint blue sky. I crave to be outside today, sitting amongst the chirping…

Oh How the Mockingbird Sings

Sharp swift turns of chirping engages me as I write from my bedroom, where a Mockingbird resides just outside serenading me with his song. He’s up at all hours, I often wonder if he sleeps at all. I once read that a Mockingbird sings about 200 songs, made up of sounds he hears; sleeping most…

The Past Time of Bird Watching

Sitting in my dad’s leather window seat, watching birds feed on suet and seed is the best seat in the house for a bird watcher. The detail God puts into each bird makes them exquisite. Each one different and eye-catching. This morning I watched a Downy Woodpecker peck its way at the suet. The black…