Thursday, March 8, 2012

March Reminiscence

On March 5, 2007, grateful for a little sunshine after some sleety weather, I scribbled a couple of verses on a scrap of notepaper. Found them while sorting through a heap of papers last night.

Sunlit Jonquil

The day's small gift: a brilliant jonquil, lifting
Its sunny head beneath a clearing sky,
Beside the bricks where sleet and snow are drifting --
To chilly silver light, a warm reply.

The jonquil keeps the rainbow for its own --
At least, the bands of violet and of red --
But bounces every gold and yellow tone,
While, from the filtered sun, its leaves are fed.

-- Mary R. Bull
March 5, 2007

Wednesday, March 7, 2012

Stripped Clean

This morning there are no red berries remaining on the tall holly trees near my driveway. The migrating cedar waxwings had eaten all of them by sunset yesterday evening. Here's one of the little songbirds in silhouette, just at sundown, a moment before he hopped to the ground below.

And here he is on the ground, a moment before he flew away.

Tuesday, March 6, 2012

The Cedar Waxwings' Visit

Every year, usually in February, the cedar waxwings flock in and strip the holly trees bare of all their berries within a couple of days. It's a breathtaking sight.

I tried to take a picture of them this morning as they were fluttering in and out among the topmost branches, but a trio of crows showed up and scared the little songbirds off.

They are quite late on their northward journey this year, and I was very glad to see them arrive safely this morning.

Here are some pictures by other photographers that I'd like to share, all licensed under the creative commons license, the terms of which are given on this page.

And a link to a video. If you watch to the end, you'll catch glimpses of the neat crest as the little bird looks around, and of its sharp wingtips as it flexes its wings.

Finally, here is a view of the top of the holly tree where I first caught sight of dozens of my temporary little feathered visitors at brealfast, but sadly, without my camera in hand at that time.

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