Greetings, Poetry Lovers - and Bird Lovers!
Our wonderful Round-up host today, Christie over at Wondering and Wondering, issued a call for bird poems for anyone so inclined. Oh, I am ALWAYS inclined for birds. I'm also a bit jealous about the educators workshop she participated in this summer with the Cornell bird folks in NY... Swoon!!!
We usually take our wee doggie Rita for a walk after dinner, sometimes around the neighborhood and sometimes on the Spanish Moss Trail at the end of our street. I'm always craning my neck (ha - meant to do that?!) to see who's out and about among the tree canopy, power lines, or marshes as the sun sinks toward the horizon.
A few nights ago, thinking about the Poetry Friday bird-theme, I had a couple of treats on our walk.
Here's the rather silly wordplay that sprouted from our sunset saunter:
Walking at Dusk, Tickled Pink
Woodpecker - pileated.
Spoonbills - roseate(d).
Birdwatcher me - très elated!
©Robyn Hood Black. All rights reserved.
Those birds really ARE that pink, and they fish by swinging those curious bills horizontally back and forth along the surface of the water.
In case you missed my post last week, there are several birds in it! I shared animal pictures from our Scotland/Ireland trip. Over at my art blog, I shared a bunch more trip pictures of animals in art, images, and other related curiosities. Check it out! :0)
Enjoy flocking over the the Roundup, and feathery thanks to Christie for the ornithological advenures in poetry! And, not sure this will work, but here is a link to a video I posted on Facebook featuring those spoonbills. :0)