In Praise of My Hermit Thrush: A poem by Veronica, otherwise known by the birders (and WWWW, as Ronnie). Move over James Audubon.

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(sketch by Patty who in trying to lead the wide-awake life found herself inspired by this poem by Ronnie, fellow birder.)

In Praise of My Hermit Thrush

You scratch and peck below that scrubby bush.

Busy squirrels ignore your presence.

Their focus is on acorns; lunch for the cold winter months.

You’ve got my attention.

My brain ticks off your features:

brown above with snowy breast,

glitzed with black polka dots at the throat.

And there’s the telltale rufous- colored tail

ready to bob just like my trusty bird book says.

Those dark hazel eyes stare and

I stare back; I can’t believe you’re here.

Poets write of the sweetness of your song

that rises in the still of twilight time.

I know that you won’t sing for me today.

That’s too much to ask.

Your lowered tail announces your good bye.

I’ll miss you, my sweet little anchorite.

Thanks for showing up at my backyard door.

VRS   1-18-2013

The Hermit Thrushes we saw this week were Just Sitting and doing that genteel tail bob. (Erase all the green and replace it with white and the picture is very accurate…!) http://youtu.be/jHXYkLBSYBA

In the Spring we hear the Hermit Thrush and the Veery in our back woods exactly as it’s pictured here in this youTube. (Hurrah for youTube!!) http://youtu.be/v67gqSHb9N0

And he’s a better musician than many of us!! http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2014/11/03/bird-song-music-hermit-thrush_n_6091478.html

Carolina wrens and kids wherein I work on sketching the Carolina Kids, er, Wrens, and write about the Kids who are already sketched and are coloring themselves in. (A series of 420 character 9-line poems with illustrations by Patty)

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It Took a Few Months But Here’s the Nani Little Book From Our One-Month-After-the-Summer-Solstice Gathering; To Come: The Nani Little Book from Our One-Week-After-the-Winter Solstice Gathering. (Some Might Even Call It a Celebration; But I Love the Image of Us All “Gathering” Each Other In for Hugs, Kisses, and Talk. (The Food and Gifting is Sweet Too, But It’s the Holding Those Who are Near and Dear to Our Hearts and Minds That Matters.)

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