Wrinkled leaves and ruffled feathers
Quite an assortment of colours
To orange, green and yellow hues
Add black, white and red too
Who could blame you for being a little blue
You have a valid excuse
Finding a meal was easier in summer
For a downy woodpecker
Colourful leaves fall
Drawn into their world
Playful little creatures
With such a lovely voice you chime
Playful song sparrow
Brightening my morning coffee time
It will be a good day
A loud and distinct song you sing
Colourful cardinal
A final act before the evening
It will be a good night
Finally
The sun’s warm rays
Brought bursting colours to branches
Soon
The small winged creatures
Will blend in nature’s colourful canvas
Springtime!
I heard this little guy before I saw it… Then, the flying bark chips from the flower beds gave its location away. The gardener in my household was not impressed. Hilarious.
This delicate, colourful, elusive bird stayed for a little while. Winged delight!
I spent hours watching a couple of yellow-rumped warblers flying around playfully from the chokecherry tree to the walnut tree, tirelessly. I hadn’t seen these little feathery creatures around our backyard in past years; maybe I just wasn’t sufficiently attentive. Everything about them—their colours, their flight patterns, and their musical songs—conveys a joyful, happy, carefree nature. What a treat!
Plenty of backyard visitors as the days warm up and the trees green up. This wood duck couple was literally “on the fence” about settling here. They eventually flew away to find something better suited to their accommodation needs, like a nearby lake shore.
On the fly…
Tyrannus tyrannus
An eastern kingbird
Tyrant of the neighbourhood
Its eye on the fly
I seem to recall, from watching old western movies, that calling someone a “Yellow Belly” was a poor way of making friends… Why, then, did we use the term for a bird of the woodpecker family? Because it does sport a yellow belly.
Yellow-bellied Sapsucker Haiku
Perfect hole a nest
Cacophony of little ones
Your ruffled feathers
This is the last of the winged visitors I met at the Indigo bookstore. This beautiful monocled great grey owl has been taken in by the folks at the Prairie Wildlife Rehabilitation Centre after he was hit by a car. The collision injured his left eye, which had to be surgically removed. That didn’t stop him from keeping a close eye on me.
This is the largest of the owl family, with a wingspan that can reach 152 cm. I’m told that its size is somewhat deceptive, made up mostly of fluffy and broad feathers. It is rather lightweight.
