Tag Archives: birds

Painted sunset sky

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This was taken by me while

standing in my son James’

and wife Trista’s backyard.

Cool, damp grass upon

bare feet. Each sound clear 

of mosquito buzzing, dog 

barking as ball thrown to her

and last songs for the evening

sung by birds and parents (who

still read books and) sing lullabies.

Wishing one of your dreams or

hopes come true this summer.

~ reocochran, 6/16/17.

Weeds, 4. Roadside rest

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Weary of the numerous cars, 

traveling both directions.

Wishing for a stream,

cool and shady from

the day’s hot, sticky

weather and bustle.

Leaning on the rail of

fencing to prevent snow 

in other seasons from drifting.

Listening to birds in far off woods, 

their familiar calls and songs.

Swooping from tall trees,

from branches to limbs

sending peaceful vibes.

Breathing the aroma of

fields, flowers, weeds.

Singing a message to all.

Slow your pace and 

follow the way

back to simple

moments

in time.

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Country road thoughts by Robin,

Serene photograph also by her.

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Additional words for a Sunday

given by Frederick Buechner:

“Faith is better understood as a verb

than as a noun, as a process than as

a possession. It is an on-again-

off-again rather than 

once-and-for-all.

Faith is not being sure 

where you’re going, 

but going anyway.

A journey without maps.

As theologian Paul Tillich said,

” ‘Doubt isn’t the opposite of faith;

It is an element of faith.’ “

Thursday’s Doors ~ December 8, 2016: the loving macaws, George and Marthaย 

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This couple are siblings.

Martha and George

show their affection

to each other.

They seem happy,

Although they may

like to be in a forest,  

being alive is a blessing!

Caged birds see the palm trees,

vines and amazing cacti at the

Franklin Park Conservatory.

Sunshine streaming 

into the large 

ceiling – floor

windows.

This colorful, loving couple

kept my grandchildren

entertained for fifteen

minutes, Hendrix’s

eyes wide and

engaged.

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Thursday’s Doors posts

on Norm Frampton’s blog!

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about endangered species

of animals, as well as

unique birds, being

held captive, but

safe and fed

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Thursday’s Doors ~ December 8, 2016: George and Martha

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Rescued as babies,

Martha and George

 are sister and brother, 

kept behind cage doors.

They looked beautiful in their

well kept appearance, happy 

communicating in simple 

comments to guests. 

“Hello there!”

and “What’s up?”

You may enjoy adding  

your own lively banter

in the replies section!

“The nerve of that woman,

wearing real feathers 

on her felt hat!”

~ or ~

“What do you mean by that?”

~ or ~

“Wonder if his mother knows

her teenager left the house

wearing droopy pants?”

~ or ~

“When is everyone going home?”

๐Ÿ™‚ ๐Ÿ™‚ ๐Ÿ™‚

This barred cage door is in the 

Palm Room of 

Franklin Park Conservatory,

Columbus, Ohio.

It is part of a diverse group 

of Thursday’s Doors,

a weekly gathering

found in links on

Norm Frampton’s blog:

http://miscellaneousmusingsofamiddleagedmind.wordpress.com

Neighborhood large bird

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He resembles a quail, only after

he took off, gliding gracefully

high into the sky, do you notice

his wide wingspan and his

hawklike characteristics.

He sat in the yard next

door to my friend,

Jenny’s house,

showing restraint

and a definite lack

of interest as I spoke

about my grandfather’s

spirit living on within a

bright red cardinal who

follows me to every new

place I live. I asked this

fine specimen of a bird,

“Where have you been?”

“What have you seen?”

“Have you lived as only

a bird, or have you inhabited

other amazing creatures of

Earth: Land, Sea or Space?”

Paying no attention to me,

except to keep an eye on my

cell phone, he swept himself

up high, looking down as I gazed

upwards, then glided across the

nearby pond, past the cattails and

marshy muddy area to a tall evergreen.

No photographs came our clearly, as

he timed his leaving as I was thinking,

sitting on the sidewalk, what we used

to call “Indian style,” which may be

updated to Native American

sitting with crossed legs.

Here’s a Sunday

prayer

titled:

“Prayer at Sunrise”

written by,

James Weldon Johnson.

“Oh, greater Maker of this Thy great sun,

Give me the strength this one day’s
race to run,

Fill me with light, fill me with sun-like
strength,

Fill me with joy to rob the day its
length,

Light from within, light that will
outward shine,

Strength to make strong some weaker
heart than mine

Joy to glad each soul that feels its
touch;

Great Father of the sun,

I ask this much.”

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The idea and sound of

a Kestrel instead of a Hawk,

made me label this fine bird.

I liked my friend Marissa who

thought he looked like an owl.

My friend, Merril, pursued

research (Imagine that!)

and discovered male

Kestrels have

blue heads.