Birdhouse

We are a house of birds.  All spring and summer a family of starlings made their home outside a window, up in a hole under the eaves where a soffit fell out.  They’d fly to and fro with worms for their chicks, disappearing and reappearing from in and out the hole.  Later they’d hop out onto the cedar closeby and young starlings would make their first flights, cedar to tulip poplar and back again.  The cedar housed a hornets nest, bald faced, one year; but we are a birdhouse not a hornet house and so they stayed in nest beneath the boughs even when the windows were open.  A few sparrows have visited through those windows, they pecked at the kitchen floor before finding their way back outside, eventually.  Once a bat flew in, giving rise to pandemonium.  Unlike sparrows, who are welcome in our birdhouse, bats are not . . . the thought of a bat flying about at night, landing on my head, or worse, what if they went into my ear while I slept? My great-grandmother told that they folded up real tiny and enjoyed getting into one’s ears, though she also told that they’d get into hair and pull strands around themselves into a coccoon, Eeee!  We got the bat out with the use of sheets, and kept the windows closed at nights after that . . . now the starling abode is home to juncos, they’ve moved in for the winter, starlings long gone.  Winter’s arrived with snow and chickadees with shiny black heads, nuthatches, and cardinals.  They seem to like it here when it’s cold.  Up in the apple trees they peck at fruit, as well as usnea and lichen on the branches.  In the garden, they gather and peck at all the flower stalks we leave till spring comes around, zinnias, dock, marshmallow, goldenrod, echinacea.  We are a house of birds, imbibing as birds. Continue reading

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surface deep:: black and white # 2

spawning
spawning

All eyes on the pond for a look at the forecast:: hmm, cloudy.  Though if you shift a little and look past the mirror there’s a whole world underneath that’s elusive and slippery, like the fish spawning so deceptively still in their love making huddle . .. . until you try catching one and then, ah *then*, there in lies the rub. Sometimes it takes attention to nuance and inflection to see past the shallows, where the threads of algae drift about.  Pond pond, what hold you there, are those fingers or are they your hair?  Tis glass.

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images take shape

dancing below the water

above illusion wanes

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emergence
emergence

 

how now! it’s warm yet the pond seems frozen

the ice must be layers deep

the snow has melted, gone on its way

why then is the ice still asleep?

 

the ice must be layers deep

lo! it cracks at the touch of a stick

why then is the ice still asleep?

what lies at the heart of the matter?

 

lo! it cracks at the touch of a stick

there’s something clotted and cold here stuck

what lies at the heart of the matter?

let’s dig through the leaves, the mud, and muck

 

there’s something clotted and cold here stuck

two frogs in the pipe have made their house

let’s dig through the leaves, the mud, and muck

the water flows freely once more

 

two frogs in the pipe have made their house

the snow has melted, gone on its way

the water flows freely once more

how now! it’s warm yet the pond seems frozen

 

Woodland Gnome invited me to join this photo challenge, her 2nd day can be enjoyed here. Be sure to take a look around her site when you visit, it holds treasures in unexpected ways and places.

I am inviting Narami of de monte y mar to join the black and white photo challenge today. She is in Puerto Rico and I sometimes participate in her Tuesdays of Texture, which is fun.  I hope she will join the challenge!

The rules are simple:

  1. On 5 consecutive days, create a post using either a past or recent photo in black and white.
  2. Each day invite another blogging friend to join in the fun.

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Five Poplars and a cabin

Five Poplars are ever so giving! The milled wood was beamed and planked and now the cabin frame is up this summer solstice! We’ve all been putting our helping hands to work with our neighbour and friend, building the little cabin together by the pond, which it’s my hope will be used as a schoolhouse in the coming months. Little Man drilled 200 plus screws to fix the floor down and was completely and happily busy with this endeavour when he wasn’t climbing from bottom to top, monkey eyes sparkling 🙂  It’s as yet incomplete but is open and airy and an extremely fun place to play before the walls, roof, and door are added; days of joy are spent here with baskets of toys and snacks toted to and from the main house.