I bask in Luke’s talktalktalklaughlaughlaugh.
This is a boy who knows how to converse,
w/ his words highly relevant to their situation
& contingent upon one another. Also, he chortles w/ glee & mischief
like the Barred Owl who engaged us on that dirt road in the woods,
the one who swooped in, perched, peered,
& talked, responding to our “who cooks for you,”
following up on our words & bouncing joy right back.
These pictures were taken by Ray Belding, bird guru and a handy guy with a camera, who called in the Barred Owl on that dirt road by doing his “Who cooks for you? Who cooks for you-all?” in a rich baritone, thinking to call in a Pileated Woodpecker who responds to such. Instead, the chatty Barred Owl showed up and stayed for coffee.
Don’t be fooled: that Fox Republican Debate wasn’t such at all. Sound bites all ’round (except for Chris and Rand’s heated back and forth on NSA’s spying capabilities, an issue of substance) Luke and my Barred Owl could give lessons to the whole stage on how talk goes; and the perspective and boost a little joy can give too. (A 420 Character, 9-line poem by Patty)
Rich, bold, glorious notes & nesting in that hummock hollow.
Song Sparrow is my first guess when I see a streaky bird
flit, flutter, perch & lean back to belt out a song,
the 3-note intro clinches the ID,
but it could also describe 3-year old Claire.
She makes nests in her bed, leans back & belts it out;
sometimes with her feet in the early morning,
sometimes with her utterances:
rich, bold, & deliciously glorious.