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Snowy Day

 

Bird feeder has a magnetic ray,

Draws flocks of birds — to the window, me.

Black oil sunflower seeds have a say

On feathered friends I’ll likely see.

 

Categorize by how they eat,

And behavior in their social clime,

Tappers peck at seed held with feet,

Pickers swallow one seed at a time.

 

Chewers spindle, mutilate and fold,

Use their tongues and strong, dextrous beak,

Gulpers scoop what their mouths can hold,

Swallow, another mouthful seek.

 

It’s gray outside, blanketed white,

Stark limbs snake aimless arms,

Dark trunks stripe vertical might,

Piney green droops splotchy charms.

 

Emerald holly, sprinkled ruby red,

Honeysuckle vine a tangled shelter,

Sanctuary if marauding fox tread,

Or Kestrel hawk swoop, helter skelter.

 

First bird arrives, black, gray, dapper,

Chickadee’s head's comically big,

Pins seed under foot, a tapper,

Breaks through shell its kernel to dig.

 

Grabs another seed, zooms off to hide,

To work at leisure out of view,

Replaced by gray titmouse, rufous side,

Similar habits — tapper too.

 

Excited purple finches appear,

He, sprayed raspberry across his front,

She, brown barred feathers front to rear,

Strong beaks crack shells, nuts to hunt.

 

Feisty goldfinches move in to score,

Winter phase of plumage quite dull,

Seed shells sprinkle on snow-covered floor,

As nut from chaff, tongues deftly cull.

 

   Female cardinals rust red insistence,

Ensures prime place at feeder’s perch,

Snatch some seeds, disappear at a distance,

Brilliant red male swoops with a lurch.

 

Chews a few seeds, then quickly away,

Follows mates into honeysuckle jumble,

Bright-eyed juncos check ground-chaff for pay,

For downy woodpeckers, many seeds fumble.

 

Blue Jays bounce from ground to feeder,

Gulp mouths full of seeds quickly,

Paranoid, follow their leader,

To bush, limbs stiff and prickly.

 

Nuthatch in neat blue and gray suit,

Approaches his meal from a unique view,

He feeds upside down, gives no hoot

For details of what gravity may do.

 

Doves seem to be at quite difficult means

To make use of feeder perches’ role,

Cerulean eyelids, pearlescent sheens,

Unbalanced, they gulp the seeds whole.

 

Exotics visit, sometimes a few

Crossbills and grosbeaks have quickly dined,

Rose-breasted, dark back, wings are marked too,

 A few seeds, then next station must find.

 

Dynamics of feeder scene,

Flash and motion I enjoy,

Birds fight, sometimes mean,

And flog in competitive ploy.

 

The crowd grows, ‘til wave of fear,

Covey bursts to safe hideout,

Begin again when coast is clear,

Ones, and twos, the danger flout.

 

A hundred or more birds come and go,

Flashing deeply in this wooded place,

Motion is consistent ebb and flow,

Color and action grace feeder’s face.

 

Yes, feeder has a magnetic ray,

Draws flocks of birds — to the window, me.

I love it there on a snowy day,

The ever-changing show — it’s free.

 

 

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Reviewed by Regis Auffray
I do love birds and you have described the feeder scene most delightfully. Thank you. Love and peace, Regis.
Reviewed by Amor Sabor
Nature puts on the most spectacular shows for free. Excellent expression, Leland.
Amor
Reviewed by OnepoetGem *the Poetic Rapper
good one L, very few enjoy the beauty of nature, my wife and I feed the seagulls where they gather on the mall parking lots. It is interesting to see how they react and fight. then the smaller birds don't hardly get anything. i feel sorry for them. G
Reviewed by *********** ********** (Reader)
I have a few feeders out on my veranda....I love birds.....And in Oz we have some beauties...The Major Mitchell’s the Sulphur Crested Cockatoos, Pink Galahs *My fav* Kookaburras...Black Cockatoos...sheets of Budgies...all green...Kingfishers..And so many more....Some that wear every colour of the rainbow......I loved your poem...so very visual.....and your obvious affection for birds.....The best things in life are free indeed....ty, Dani
Reviewed by Handsum Hart
excellent work Leland, a descriptive delight, joyous to read!!!!!!

peace
Reviewed by jude forese
delicate, moving nature imagery ... very nice!
Reviewed by Kate Clifford
Nature always puts on the best show, and you have done an excellent write on this living theatre that is for all to see.
Reviewed by Ron (sketchman) Axelson
It's lovely to watch the birds feed here. They tend to fight too. That reminds me, I need to pick up some more bird seed tomorrow.
Enjoyed your write..
Have Some Wonderful bird feeding Holidays!
Reviewed by Lisa Hilbers
Leland, Nature can keep us entertained for days at a time, and your write can also. I could almost hear those different birds fluttering their wings and could see them filling their beaks. Loved every word of this great write. Lisa
Reviewed by Ronald Hull
Encyclopedic, as always. You are so fortunate to have nature so close at hand--and snow.
Reviewed by E T Waldron
Leland this is pure delight! Oh how I love watcing the birds just as you portray them I too watch from my porch. They are so intelligent, which most people miss. Superb write! You capture it so well!
Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
(((leland)))

i remember snowy winters from my youth, in ohio--i live in texas now, and we very rarely see snow--i miss it, but since i've been in texas so long, my blood's thinned--can't STAND the cold, i FREEZE if the temp gets below 50 LOL

thanks for the memory jogs with this beautiful write

(((HUGS))) and love,

karla. :)
Reviewed by Erin Kelly-Moen
Absolutely delightful, Leland!! I had a bemused smile on my face, remembering my younger years in Wisconsin's winters, I'd forgotten about the juncos, such dear little birds, always chirpy and flitting. I see some flow loss, though, towards the end, from "Dynamics to ...come and go, less vivid, more colloquial feeling. :) I so envy you your placement of home, wished I lived there, but it is the next best thing to see it from your eyes.
Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
Very discriptive and observant!
Reviewed by Christine Morell
This is just wonderful! Beautiful images, Leland. I didn't know you had been unwell...I do hope you are feeling better.
~Chrissie
Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado
beautiful imagery in this "snowy" write! (send us some snow here to texas, will you, bub? i sure do miss it!) (((HUGS))) and much love, your (snow-starved) texas friend, karen lynn. :D
Reviewed by Tinka Boukes
Wonderful write leland!!

Love Tinka
Reviewed by La Belle Rouge (Reader)
This is so wonderful Leland, I always learn from your poetry. Hope you are feeling better. Take care of yourself.
Reviewed by Carmen Ruggero
This reminds me of my mother's back porch. She loves birds and has feeders everywhere. Lovely poem. Enjoyed the read.

Carmen
Reviewed by Bonita Quesinberry
We have no snow here where I am: but, your wonderfully written poem transported me to a mountain cabin, a roaring fire in the stone fireplace; the room cozy and toasty. As I rest my chin upon my hand, my elbow against the sofa back, I gazed through the window at a winter wonderland: the bird feeder bringing guests of all sorts.

Absolutely a wonderful write, Leland! ~~Bonnie Q
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