Infant towhee, like Crystal, rebroadcasts Light from our star-- Is no less alive Than we are-- has A story to tell, as do We, and it sounds Like a little bell.
Jenny, I'm always astonished at how quickly birds grow up. The little one in the photo was out today learning what to do with its beak. I'll try adding a picture under the poem.
You provide a service with your posts. They are therapeutic for me! thanks very much.....
ReplyDeleteMost kind! They furnish therapy for me too.
DeleteIt is amazing when we find baby birds. Great picture.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Emma. I relayed your compliment to Norma. She took more photos today.
DeleteAwww! What a wonderful picture! Kudos to Norma. And your poem is delightful!
ReplyDeleteJenny, I'm always astonished at how quickly birds grow up. The little one in the photo was out today learning what to do with its beak. I'll try adding a picture under the poem.
DeleteOh, that is just marvellous!
DeleteSo very sweet. A lovely reflection and verse.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Tom! And thanks again for helping identify the towhee in the first place.
DeleteI love your words.
ReplyDeleteGenerous Rick, you encourage me.
DeleteSounding like a little bell then is relaxing to listen, isn't it?
ReplyDeleteIt sure is, Lux. I love birds.
DeleteI love waking up to birds singing in the morning. Beats waking up to an alarm clock.
DeleteLook at that baby:) I love the way you told his story.
ReplyDeleteThanks Sandra. It's amazing how fast they grow. Norma and I are not the only empty-nesters on the property now.
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