Greetings, Poetry Lovers!
Just a wee birdie update here this week. Two weeks ago, I shared a photo of the house finch nest in the hanging fern on our front porch. All FIVE babies hatched, and they're all still here. I had feared we had a single mom doing all the work, but when Morgan and her human baby chicks were here last weekend, she spotted the male. No deadbeat dad after all!
Audubon tells me they will fledge between 12-15 days, which should be any time now. They barely fit in the nest!!
Here are a few lines from Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) about bird nests, and social "climbing," perhaps?
For every bird a nest (79)
By Emily Dickinson
For every bird a nest,
Wherefore in timid quest
Some little wren goes seeking round.
Wherefore where boughs are free,
Households in every tree,
Pilgrim be found ?
Perhaps a home too high —
Ah, aristocracy ! —
The little wren desires.
The lark is not ashamed
To build upon the ground
Her modest house.
Yet who of all the throng
Dancing around the sun
Does so rejoice?
Wing your way over to see Karen for this week's Roundup! Thanks, Karen. :0) & Congrats on the recent family wedding!
Next week we'll be on the road to celebrate our first baby grand's THIRD birthday. How did that happen so fast? Will catch up when we return. Happy SOON-to-be-JUNE!