Tuesday, March 31, 2009

In The garden

This morning we set out to clean up the bird boxes in the back yard, in hopes of enticing new nest-builders this year. It really is a true sign that spring is here to be able to sit outside in the sunshine and listen to the hundreds of birds talking to each other (and to us?) unseen in the trees. The robins are hopping all over the yard, the chickadees are singing "spriiiiings comiiiiiing" and we have a beautiful pair of soft grey mourning doves that have set up house somehwere near by and visit us each morning for breakfast. The feeders in the afternoon are full of sparrows, house finches and bright yellow finches, and the boys even spotted a pair of cardinals digging up worms in the garden yesterday morning. Our plan for this week is to begin a bird book, where the boys can draw pictues of the birds that they see in the yard, and then we can research the names of the ones that we don't know off hand. If it goes over well, I will post pictures later in the week.

In The Garden

A bird came down the walk:
He did not know I saw;
He bit an angel-worm in halfs
And ate the fellow, raw.

And then he drank a dew
From a convenient grass,
And then hopped sideways to the wall
To let a Bettle pass.

He glances with rapid eyes
That hurried all abroad,-
They looked like frightened beads, I thought;
He stirred his velvet head

Like one in danger; cautious,
I offered him a crumb,
And he unrolled his feathers
And rowed him softer home

Than oars divide the ocean,
Too silver from a seam,
Or butterflies, off banks at noon,
Leap, plashless, as they swim.

By: Emily Dickinson

Wherever you are today, try to take a minute to sit down and listen to the birds - it is even better then smelling the roses, I swear!

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