The bee collects honey from flowers in such a way as to do the least damage or destruction to them, and he leaves them whole, undamaged and fresh, just as he found them.

~Saint Francis de Sales, patron saint of writers


IMG_0484Toni 3/21/15

Su-weet! Su-weet! (the soft-lisping call note of the Horned Lark as it flies swift and twisty). Sometimes we Wednesday birders chase after the manure (as in go from farmer’s field to farmer’s field where sometimes manure is spread on frozen ground) so as to catch these lovely birds when they alight amidst the corn-stubbled spread to fill their bellies before returning to the Arctic to get this year’s set of kids started. It reminds me that seeds of change can be found anywhere? (a 420-character, 9-line poem)


(photos by Marie Kennedy, one of the Wednesday Birders)

Keep track of that late-winter,

snow-covered cornfield & judiciously-spread fresh manure

(judicious is key:

applied with care it won’t run off into a brook or well water)

Horned Larks (tundra-breeder) swoop in

& crawl over the frozen corn-stubble picking seeds from the spread.

It reminds me that good is gleaned from unlikely sources

& altho a scan of NYT, NPR, Al Jazeera, etc. sinks me into despair,

I will keep track.