To see dozens more birds that you’ve probably never seen before, see this video. I can’t imagine a flower or fashion design more beautiful:
For Cee’s Flower of the Day prompt.
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These photos were, alas, taken with my phone, and so the resolution isn’t very good. I was parked waiting for a friend and this little guy just happened to fly up to the hibiscus bush right beside my driver’s side window, so I had to snap these. Lucky in the pose, unlucky with the camera available. My new camera is on its way!!!
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There is usually at least one of these mammoth trees with resident herons in every little village around the lake. It can be a noisy proposition, especially if its inhabitants are night herons, but in this case, it is snowy egrets, another sort of heron, that inhabit Grandmother tree. For close-up photos of egrets and chicks, go HERE.
For the Sunday Trees 324 prompt.
When the pelicans stayed away for the past few weeks, the frigate birds were out in full force. Usually, it seems to me that these birds soar high above, swooping down only to steal other birds’ prizes, but two days ago, when the pelicans and fish came back as well, they appeared by the dozens, swooping down on the beach to claim bait left on the beach after the fishermen cleared their nets. It was an amazing display. Here are some of the hundreds of photos that I took of them that capture their numbers and antics to a small degree. Please click on the first photo and then the right arrows to proceed through the enlarged photos and to read the captions that tell the story of their visit to civilization:
The Magnificent Frigate Bird
They polonaise up higher,
far above the rest.
Not once dipping to the land.
Do they ever nest?
I never see them fishing,
foraging or chewing.
As though their wings are made for art
but are not made for doing.
A gentle crease within their wings
looks folded and unfolded,
but keeps its shape no matter what,
as though it has been molded.
This rhyme is not so fragile
nor so graceful as these birds.
I guess such elegance as theirs
cannot be caught in words.
(I wrote this poem a few years ago and published it in a series of poems about La Manzanilla. It seemed appropriate to publish it again with these photos.)
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Don’t you hear the mockingbird
trilling out the whole absurd
story of the passing year,
giving voice to shock and fear?
Listen to the mourning dove,
warning us from far above,
the starlings, wrens and birds of prey.
Our debts all nature has to pay.
How can it be that those in power
sit and ponder and yet cower,
too intent on their own needs
to enact necessary deeds
to bring a tyrant fool to task—
to do what all the sane men ask?
Shame on these godly well-heeled men
who fold their hands and say amen,
but let sick children go untreated,
tenements to go unheated,
our waterways to be polluted,
laws and edicts instituted
that benefit the filthy rich
to raise themselves another niche
while milling masses unenlightened
vote heedless as their belts are tightened,
favoring the autocrats
in fear of what the democrats
“might” do, when all around them all
democracy proceeds to fall.
Hear her there, up on the limb,
surveying all who follow him?
Simple nature mocking us?
Laughing at our furious fuss?
Perhaps more knowing than we know
when raging fires and piles of snow
assault us, it is nature’s way
to lead us and to have its say.
We cannot think of only our
needs and exercise our power
for special interests without paying.
This is what all of nature’s saying.
Mudslides, hurricanes and drought
may show us what it’s all about.
Balance, sanity and sharing
fairness, ecology and caring
will bring about a world that’s lasting
beyond our legislature’s casting.
God-fearing men, do you care
about how your children fare?
And as those whom we’ve elected,
oh so naïvely selected
pad their pockets and close their eyes,
our world around us swiftly dies.
Those are the truths clearly absurd
told to us by the mockingbird.
He sits above on swaying limb.
Why are the masses deaf to him?
The prompt today is trill.