Flight

“Birds make great sky-circles of their freedom. How do they learn it? They fall and falling, they’re given wings.” – Rumi This is one of the Osprey’s that live in a nest about a mile away from our house. It frequents our field, pausing to eat fish in the old Shagbark Hickory tree. A female … Continue reading

The rowdy ones are in need of protection

Emily Dickinson referred to the Boblink as “The Rowdy of the Meadow” in her poem, The Bobolink is Gone, and it’s so true. Just one Bobolink can be chattering away in a hay field and it will sound like 20. I don’t remember these birds from the meadows and hayfields where I grew up and … Continue reading

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