This week I’ve been training.
All I’ve had to do is sit and watch
for birds. Mostly it was raining;
feathered creatures sat in the hedge
and observed me through raindrops
watching them through raindrops
that plopped and spat on the windows.
A pair of robins and some finches
ganged up with a thrush and sparrows
to elbow a blackbird off the feeder.
It was only a rehearsal – no rush
to tick boxes on a form – a chance to spend
a leisurely hour in the day practising
for the Big Garden Birdwatch this weekend.
Kim M. Russell, 23rd January 2020
A poem for dVerse Poets Pub Open Link Night
This Thursday, Linda is our host. She says that she gets lost in words and nature, and I feel the same. She asks what poetry means to us, whether we feel more connected to the earth because of our poetry and, if so, why? One thing she believes that poets have in common is paying attention to the tiniest details and, as an example, she has shared a wonderful poem by Ada Limón.
I almost feel that the exercise in watching the birds is better than the actual bird watching coming up.
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Knowing my luck, the birds will stay away on the day!
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I love this! We just got a new feeder that my husband hung in our front picture window. I can easily find myself late for work because of watching the birds gather there, or the hummingbirds outside the kitchen windows.
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Thank you, Linda. Birds are delightful.
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Last week we had a coopers hawk perched on our shed. My husband said he better not be after “his” songbirds, but I suspect that’s exactly what that hawk was looking at.
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I adore this Kim. I never tire of watching the birds.
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We have an hour to record all the birds that come into garden, but we mustn’t record the same birds more than once. You have to be really alert. It’s an annual census run by the RSPB to monitor long-term trends of how wildlife is faring, which adds to the society’s research.
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Wow!
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I wonder if, in an alternate universe, the birds have an annual BigHouse HumanWatch? 🙂
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That’s a thought!😀
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Watching birds can be quite appeasing. Birds are indeed the most incredible form of nature spreading its love. Wonderful poem!
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Thank you kindly!
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I never tire of watching birds.. something of their lives fills me up on the inside.
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Me too. 🙂
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I like the description of the other birds when they “elbow a blackbird off the feeder”.
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I love this poem so much, Kim! 💝 It’s always a delight watching the birds 😀
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Thank you, Sanaa! 😀
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What a wonderful rehearsal. I did this for several years for the Audubon Society and it was always so much fun. A good way to spend the day.
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Thank you, Toni. It’s going to be a good weekend: tomorrow is 10 minute book club at the library, and then Sunday it’s birdwatching.😊
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I don’t get a chance to watch the birds at my feeder much. I know they come, but I so often have to go! Love your rehearsal!
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Thank you, Mary!
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Beautiful poem and beautiful photo. Goldfinches are fun to watch. Ours don’t have the white spots aon the tail feathers. It rained all day here as well. Our wet season it seems. Daffodils are coming up!!
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Thank you, Dwight. We have lots of green leaves and I’m sure I’ll be seeing yellow daffodil trumpets soon.
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Spring is on the way… My daffodils have a few heads on them already also.
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