
the lakes now teem with geese and gulls,

the rivers, pelicans,

and cranes are dancing in the fields–

the birds are back again!
–photos by me

the lakes now teem with geese and gulls,

the rivers, pelicans,

and cranes are dancing in the fields–

the birds are back again!
–photos by me

I’ll never understand why so many of the migrating birds come back to the northland when there’s still ice on the lakes. This is the time for them to find a mate and start a family, but they can’t build a nest out of ice. The only thing the early bird catches around here is a cold.
However, as a painfully shy kid back in high school, I understand the difficulties of initiating a courtship, and perhaps it’s the same with these early birds.
some fall in love
the moment they meet
while others come down
with a case of cold feet
–Photo by me

i’ve gathered you all here today
to tell you what i’ve learned:
the river ice has gone away
and bird-life has returned!
but what i really want to say
to everyone concerned
is make the time to get away–
this meeting is adjourned.
–photo by me




–photos by me

The snow buntings have arrived en masse; it’s finally cold enough for them here.
Many birds fly in some kind of formation, often wingtip to wingtip like the Blue Angels, but these little snow birds are all over the place. From here, it looks like total chaos, but nothing could be further from the truth.
chaos in nature
is part of the grander scheme
of perfect order
–Photo by me
I wanted to get some photos of birds this morning, but I had a dilemma: I could either take them of the birds at my backyard feeder, which were a sure thing, but a little boring, or I could take a walk down to the pond in the woods, which might prove more interesting, but might also be birdless. I decided to take my chances with the pond.

Cutting across a farmer’s field on my way to the woods, I ran into a couple of cranes standing around on impossible legs. The farmer’s don’t like to see cranes in their fields as they’re harmful to the crops.

When I got to the trees, I was surprised to find a turkey vulture sunning himself. Vultures must be the ugliest birds ever with their featherless heads and turtle-neck sweaters.

Once I was under the trees, I felt like I was being watched–and I was. Overhead, a marsh hawk stared at me with his keen vision until I passed. With so many birds along the way, I assumed I’d strike out at the pond.

I was not disappointed.
–Photos by me

a new morning breaks
the clouds are undone
the spirit awakes
our flight has begun
the dark of night ending
we all are as one
ascending and blending
into the sun
(from 3 yrs ago)
–photo by me

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–photos by me

This is my birdfeeder on this Spring morning. No takers yet.
–Photo by me