I still can’t figure out what this is sticking out of the top of this gull’s head. It looked like a toothpick or a porcupine quill. Or perhaps the big spine from a cactus. I guess I should try to fabricate a story about how it got there.gull
For Granny Shot It’s Bird of the Day Prompt.
This was the view from our balcony on the ship. This gull seemed to be leading the way. The wing sticking out from the side of the ship was the captain’s office. He was the only one with a better view of where we were bound to than we had, port side!
For Bird of the Day.
Each year the nest more delicate, nonetheless they return,
my faithful little finches, watching it by turn
until the eggs all hatch and the nestlings start their squeal,
prompting parent after parent to fly off to find their meal.
In the rafter near the kitchen, they continue serenading,
keeping up their clatter as their folks go promenading,
in search of constant aphids and seeds that are their food,
creating angry nestlings, demanding in their mood.
Of all of nature’s visitors, these finches are the best,
although I’m glad my kitchen is not my place of rest.
Their insistent chirping is not the stuff of dreams.
Their continual conversation begins with the first beams
of morning sun, continuing all the long day through,
like living in an aviary at my private zoo.
Nature all around us reminds us of our place.
It humbles with its beauty and slows our human pace
to take notice of her cycles and her stubborn repetitions,
planning out each life form in particular renditions.
I cannot be but humbled as I cook up my creations,
listening to the chorus of my avian relations.
For Granny’s prompt