a couple of days ago Mary was surprised with this fun occurrence while on our back deck, from one of our bird houses.
June 14, 2017
The other day Mary saw quite a sight
of father wren teaching his son about flight.
He picked up his fledgling in gentle claws
and carried him to a tall fence board for pause.
Then flapped 'round showing him how wings are used
to fly about and not fall or getting bruised.
He chirpped him his lesson to not take fright
but try out his wings for it would be alright.
So fledgling tried his wings to go aloft
but try as he did, just his landing was soft.
Father wren chirpped go on try it again
and little one hopped and beat his wings more often.
He woild flutter up but not purchase air
not enough for him of the ground to be clear.
But finally on his last trial of flight
did he rise and by his father then alight.
Just goes to show that in every spicy of life there's always lessons to teach and to learn. You write with such great enthusiasm about what you have observed! Thank you for sharing!
WHAT A WONDERFUL THING TO ACTUALLY SEE! I'VE SEEN SUCH LESSONS ON DOCUMENTARIES AND, YOU KNOW, IN ANIMATED FILMS BUT NEVER IN REALITY. NO MATTER THE SPECIES, FATHERS ARE IMPORTANT...AND SO NEEDED. THANKS FOR SHARING. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
Utterly charming. Such vignettes of nature are heart-warming. Reminds me of a similar poem I wrote last year on the first flight of a fledgling. Well done, Budd. John
What a wonderful observation and poem to match. So far this year, I've observed two babies on the ground that couldn't fly yet. I do hope that they learn how before the cats got them.
You reminded me of the wrens that built a nest in my hanging fern on my apartment balcony. The sound of several peeping babies alerted me to it, and mother and father made a nonstop round of flying down to the forest and returning with a green worm each time for the hungry mouths like an assembly line.
About two weeks later, I came home from work and found them gone. I didn't get to see if they were carried or kicked out of the nest. Sigh.
Great poetic flight Bud! While most of us are on the computer or watching TV. Real life lessons are occurring all around us. All we need to do is take the time to go outside and watch & see. Very inspirational to me! Amen!
Ah, birds are such special creatures, we have so much to learn from them, thank you for sharing such a delightful poem dear Budd, have a blessed evening, xo
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Regis
Such a lovely sighting to watch nature's sweet moments.
Lady Mary Ann
I like rhythmic poems that stays in the sight of the picture being
shown. You did a great job
Darryl Ehlers
You reminded me of the wrens that built a nest in my hanging fern on my apartment balcony. The sound of several peeping babies alerted me to it, and mother and father made a nonstop round of flying down to the forest and returning with a green worm each time for the hungry mouths like an assembly line.
About two weeks later, I came home from work and found them gone. I didn't get to see if they were carried or kicked out of the nest. Sigh.
Ron
Always,
Deborah
lovely, enjoyed the read
m
Love ya!
Jane