Tag Archive | Birds

#PoeticThursday . . . . A Little Wren in Winter

A Little Wren in Winter

She flits among the holly leaves,
a tiny dappled short-winged wren;
she sings with joy above the eaves,
announcing hope throughout the glen.

Her songs now tell of longer days,
of glistening snow and evenings,
replete with vibrant trills that raise
a zest for feasts and frolickings.

While winter’s razor teeth can bite
frail birds aloft in freezing zones,
bel canto saves the wren tonight;
her chest beats warm as she intones…

refrains that ring of golden skies,
of warmth that balmy springtime brings.
A little wren in winter flies
among the holly leaves and sings.

By Barbara Gaye Wood.

Artist Mike Stinnett
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#WingedJewels . . . . The spiderhunters

“The spiderhunters are omnivorous. As their name suggests they will eat spiders, and are capable of extracting spiders from the centre of their webs, a tricky task. They also consume a wide range of other small arthropod prey including crickets, caterpillars, butterflies, ants and other insects. In addition to animal prey they also consume nectar from flowers.”
~ (Wikipedia)

photo credit: JJ Harrison –
Text & image source: The birds and the bees and the flowers and the trees

#WingedJewels . . . . Penguins


“One can’t be angry when one looks at a Penguin” 

― John Ruskin (1819 – 1900)

Emperor Penguins – Antarctica 1992
Text & image source: Tom Woolley https://web.facebook.com/tom.woolley.12

#WingedJewels . . . . The Peacock.

What’s riches to him
That has made a great peacock
With the pride of his eye?
The wind-beaten, stone-grey,
And desolate Three Rock
Would nourish his whim.
Live he or die
Amid wet rocks and heather,
His ghost will be gay
Adding feather to feather
For the pride of his eye. 

~ William Butler Yeats

Art Arthur Szygulski
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#WingedJewels . . . . babysitting flamingos



In the shallow, salty waters of Lake Rosa in Inagua National Park, adult
flamingos herd chicks into groups called crèches. Just a few babysitting
adults supervise each crèche while other parents forage, returning periodically
to feed their own young, which they recognize by vocal patterns and appearance.





Text & image credit: AUDUBON https://www.audubon.org/magazine/spring-2018/

#WingedJewels . . . .”Heaven on Earth”




“Heaven on Earth”

I heard the sweet voice of a robin,
High up in the maple tree,
Joyously, singing his happy song
To his feathered mate, in glee!…
If we could be like this tiny bird,
Just living from day to day,
Holding no bitterness in our hearts
For those we meet on our way…

~ Gertrude Tooley Buckingham,





Art Andrew Hutchinson.
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