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day 167

failure to launch

a phoebe fledgling
fluttered in the rose garden
a failed first flight
her parents hovering close by
‘til she found her wings and soared

a gentle prodding
is sometimes all that we need
for a leap of faith

~kat

Yesterday, there were three phoebe chicks in the nest over my garage side door light. Year after year I’ve watched a pair of phoebes build a nest under the eave of our house. The cycle of life commences. 

The laying of the eggs, one a day over several days. When the laying is done, the mother settles in for the long haul, perched over her precious brood, day after day, rain or shine. Her devoted mate tends to her every need, feeds her, stands vigil nearby, protecting his family. After only a few weeks the moment long awaited comes and the chicks emerge from their shells. Mom and dad spend their waking hours feeding these hungry featherless babies who are all mouth. They grow quickly until it’s time to fly free in a matter of a few more weeks. 

This morning I noticed that the nest was empty. Another brood joining the flock that returns every spring to our acre. I noticed though that the parents were still near, agitated and not at all happy to see me. Then I saw it. A lone fledgling on my front porch stairs near the roses fluttered as it looked at me while the mom and pop swooped around me. I was concerned little tyke was exposed where the crows frequented, so I moved it under cover on the wicker settee. Soon after the parents came over, I suspect to encourage it to spread its wings. When I checked a few hours later the little family had moved on. 

I have seen nestlings fail to survive on occasion and knew the sound of the parents mourning. (yes even tiny phoebe parents mourn the loss of their young who don’t survive.)  But today, the sky was blue and sunlit. And it was silent but for the soft rustle of wind through the trees.  I like to think that this little family is somewhere riding the wind. At least that’s my hope. 

It reminds me that all families are precious…every single family. Every single soul. It reminds me that life offers us opportunities every day to recognize this fact, to be kind, and sometimes we are honored to help too. It costs nothing to lend a hand…to show kindness. May we seek those opportunities and rise to the occasion when presented with them. 

much love, peace, and glimmers to you! 

~kat

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A Tanka / Haiku Combo. 🙂


day 160

a perfect late spring sunset

cool mist settles at
dusk, the amber sun sinks low,
sweetness fills the air
as a phoebe feeds nestlings
and a doe strolls, fawn in tow

~kat

Sometimes days are just perfect. Today was one of those days. Got some positive news at work, and happened upon several new little families. The woods were bursting with life events while we were away. A phoebe family hatched their brood, and several deer had young. I saw several doe with young while driving to the store. A set of twin fawns, and two singletons with their doting mamas. This evening I was visited by one of the does that frequents my feeders. She watched me from the brush for several minutes before deciding I was safe. I was trusted to meet her fawn. And this time I did happen to have my phone on me and caught my visitors in photos. I hope this post finds you well. Enjoy the glimmers below. I’m such a sucker for a babies of any species!

Much love, peace, and glimmers to you!

~kat

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day 134

late afternoon after the rain ~kat
multiple musings

shadows stretch softly
through the trees heavy with leaves
many shades of green

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when the sun returns
after days of drenching rain
we forget the grey

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I whispered a wish
to the emptiness of night
that stars might hear me
tossed coins into still fountains
hoping for more than ripples

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you might have noticed
something is amiss these days
check in with your heart

~kat

A few haiku and a tanka…streams of subconsciousness…a meandering sort of day. A little work, a little play. And the sun has finally made an appearance after days of heavy rain. The ground is damp…well, moist if you must know. And all seems peaceful and right in my little patch of green.

I had a conversation with a squirrel today. He very much likes the table I set for him. I didn’t mention that the feeders he’s feasting from are for the birds! I just smile and nod and tell him how happy I am he likes sunflower seeds.

Note to Self: I must tuck this feeling away for a rainy day…or the end of democracy…I am sure I’ll need this glimmer in my back pocket to get me through whatever comes next.

Much love, peace and glimmers to you.

~kat

And before I close, a snapshot of my little friend who agreed to pose for me. ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨

Mr. Squirrel, resident of Bramlett Mountain. ~kat

day 132

moist

the quiet murmur
of warm rain falling softly
boughs heavy hang low
berries swelling on the vine
wild earth blushed in deep green

~kat

Moist…why is this such a taboo word? When someone utters it, people wince and cringe. Ewww!!!!

We’re having rain. Rain that can only described as moist. The air, every strand of my curling hair, my clothes, my skin all feel damp, and well…moist. The kind you feel in your bones. The kind that pools in low-lying spots on the ground. The kind of rain that breathes life into every living thing and turns the trees, shrubs and grass a deep jewel-toned shade of green. If not today when? I shall say it again with glee! How moist today is! It’s a perfectly fine word…moist…especially on days like these!

Much love, peace, and moist glimmers to you! 💦😉💦

~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨


A Tanka poem using Magnetic Poetry Online ~ Nature Kit


day 121 – a day of opposites


aftermath

fresh from disaster
recovery underway
voices pierce the wind
the air feels strange, heavy
death stopped by to fetch a soul

dining at dusk

fat-bellied does flock
grazing, with yearlings in tow
spring fawns on the way

~kat


Two poems today. It was a strange evening after i signed off from work.  My dog Gabby naps next to me most of the day, but the sound of my laptop shutting can rouse her from the deepest sleep. She knows it’s time for a walk around the property. I feed the crows. A few peanuts, toss a bucket full of feed corn to the deer and turkeys, and then tend the various feeders. Tonight was not routine. There were emergency vehicles on the road not far from my driveway. We live on a curve in the road. Someone likely took the curve woo quickly and rolled their car in a nearby pasture. There was an ambulance but no urgency. It is very likely that the passenger(s) did not survive. When death comes near, the air changes; at least for me it does. Such a sad end to the day. 

And then came the birds and the deer to partake of the snacks I had left for them. The deer seemed particularly joyful. Running around, the young ones playing with each other. The doe are growing fat around the middle. Fawn season is a month or less away. I watched them for several minutes and picture them here. Seeing them was just what I needed…a reminder that life goes on, even in the aftermath of death. A glimmer…🥰

It’s not everyday that the extremes of life and death hover so closely. But it helped me to realize how important it is to find balance between the extremes. Let’s meet in the middle, shall we?!

much love, peace and glimmers to you!

~kat