Monthly Archives: February 2014

The mourning dove is wise to see the morning world and sing his one note: “Ohh! Ohh! Ohh!”

The owl’s swiveling head sees soul’s departing and is not wise, but frightened, calling “Who? Who? Who?”

Who can not love the chickadee who’s always as happy as he can be…be…be…

Shouldn’t someone tell the red-headed woodpecker that grubs are softer berries better worms are sliced with a shake. Someone tell him (soon, I hope) life is easier you punch-drunk dope without the headache!

the nuthatch chose to see the world from an upside down position… but who’s to say we couldn’t learn with insights from his perception…

Pity the poor robin red breast ever to be almost a cardinal but always a bishop at best.

note the plain brown wrapper. house wren, a fat bullet with Cyranos’ beak then, note his song to her perched on the branch… seductive aria operatic! Puccini bows to his master

a great trick played on the cardinal imagine to be so stunning- then to know but one note- tic! tic! tic! and, as red is blood’s reminder, to hide, shying from all but briefest scarlet exposure

Saint Francis got it wrong or maybe he rewrote it so the brothers wouldn’t say “Frannie’ crazy!” “t’ pazzo, Franco!” Well, they did say that. But if he’d told it straight they would’ve said, “Frannie’s completely crazy! Gonzo tutti-pazzo!” For … Continue reading →

Knee deep in new snow filling feeders with thistle & seeds Thundering wings crowned his head aviary epiphany antiphonal chirpings “AVES!! AVES!!” Forgave him his sins of being the son of Pietro di Bernardone and Adam…