fully nested
the phoebes are nesting once again
a brood to fledge before the fall
the dawn is filled with phoebe calls
“feee-bee! feee-bee!” their sweet refrain
a brood to fledge before the fall
the phoebes are nesting once again
~kat
This evening I noticed a phoebe bird perched atop the nest crafted this past spring. I read that Phoebes actually have more than one brood a season. First to arrive in early spring and last to leave in mid-fall to winter in Central America, this pair of phoebes has been choosing the light fixtures on our house to nest for several years now. They are hearty, resilient little birds. Over the years we have watched them persist in the face of inclement weather and wind. Their young have not always survived but these little birds rebuild again and again. It is said that they symbolize patience, persistence, and new beginnings. An inspiration to us all to press on toward our goals even in challenging times!
I don’t have a photo of this budding brood yet… (posted above is the same nest from earlier this year) but it is certainly a glimmer of hope. What I also have is a tiny clip of the hummingbirds jousting just outside my window while I work. Today started started and ended in glimmers. I hope you too have many days like this as well!
Much love, peace, and multiple glimmers to you!
~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨
Today’s Poetry Form: the Biolet
The rhyme scheme of the biolet thus can be expressed as ABbaBA (with the capital letters representing the repeated lines). Length of each line can vary but works best when it follows an iambic cadence.
like mercury colliding... 
August 8th, 2025 at 4:44 am
Birds are definitely messengers of hope, glimmers on their wings!
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August 8th, 2025 at 6:27 am
I agree! We are blessed to share space with such fascinating creatures! ✨💚✨
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August 8th, 2025 at 5:11 pm
I do love them! Hoping/praying you have a blessed–and glimmered–weekend, Kat!
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August 8th, 2025 at 5:42 pm
You as well Rene!
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August 8th, 2025 at 7:40 pm
Thanks muchly!
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August 8th, 2025 at 5:27 am
Thats so lovely to read about the Phoebes, we have Blue Tits that come year after year to the bird house on our wall … They have been coming so long that our address must be wired into they genes now!!
Those hummingbirds were a delight to watch ..we don’t have hummingbirdbirds here in England but we see them when we go on holiday 😄
Stay safe and happy all of you 💗
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August 8th, 2025 at 6:24 am
I find it fascinating that these little birds travel such distances…thousands of miles…and arrive at precisely the same place year after year. This past spring I hadn’t yet put the hummingbird feeders out. I knew they were due back any day but planned to do it on the weekend. One of my hummingbirds surprised me at the empty feeder pole. He was perched there chirping loudly, looking straight at me through the window as if too say, “I’m back! Where is my nectar?” Of course I got a batch of sugar water made up as fast as I could! They are a delight!
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August 8th, 2025 at 6:33 am
yes they are wonderful 😊
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August 8th, 2025 at 12:04 pm
Marvellous glimmers Kat. I gained a chortle from this too. I misread Biolet as Bidet!
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August 9th, 2025 at 6:38 am
Haha! That gave me a chuckle as well! Though I have found inspiration on occasion while parked on the throne! 😆
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August 9th, 2025 at 9:40 am
Always a good place to ponder, but the writing paper is rather useless!
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August 8th, 2025 at 5:49 pm
So precious, both the nesting phoebes and the humming birds. Beautiful!
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August 8th, 2025 at 8:09 pm
Thank you Di!
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August 9th, 2025 at 11:50 pm
I love birds in my garden. They are a sign of life and definitely ‘glimmers of hope’. This was a lovely read.
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August 10th, 2025 at 6:51 am
We used to have seed feeders, but after both of our stations were destroyed twice by what we believe was a black bear who lives in our woods I sow seed on the ground for the birds. The mourning doves especially love that.
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