wordless wednesday 5/10/23

–photos by me

Epiphany Now

They say that when people suddenly

Find themselves at the end of their lives,

They may look back and see the entirety

Of their existence in a single moment,

Without the proverbial blinders on,

And realize that their whole lives were

Absolutely perfect in every single way.

I say, “Why wait?”

haiku 146

while fishermen plan

for the opener, the fish

remain in the dark

–photo by me

senryu 53

geese will mate for life

for even bird-brains know to

put their off-spring first

photo by me

Shot of the Day 5/6/23

Heaviest of the native North American birds, trumpeter swans arrive at their nesting grounds after a long flight, and circle the big pond once or twice before splashing down. Then, they’ll typically do a little socializing and a whole lot of preening. Finally, it’ll be time to get down to the business at hand, and if all goes well, there will soon be a string of fuzzy little cygnets trailing mama like the tail of a kite.

the trumpeter swan

can be summed up in two words:

big and beautiful

–Photos by me

The Fisher Cat

I don’t know why they call him that

He doesn’t fish, he’s not a cat

But what he should get credit for

Is being a bad-ass predator

He’s ruthless, and he likes to dine

On snowshoe hare and porcupine–

No, I wouldn’t call him that

The truth is he would eat my cat

–Photo by me

Skittles is Missing

I went out to the farm a couple of days ago and was disheartened to learn that Skittles (the orphaned fawn) has been missing since that nasty blizzard we had in early April. Stephanie said that although Skittles would often be gone all day, she’d always come home to sleep indoors at night.

So far, all of poor Steph’s calling out for her has gone unanswered.

Now, there’s always a chance that she finally just up and left with others of her kind. Perhaps one day I’ll run into her on one of my woodland walks. I hope so.

Good things are fleeting

They touch us and then are gone–

To make way for more

–Photo by me (last year)