Every morning, I write with nature surrounding me. The view from my window allows me to observe the arrival of my feathered guests. A red-headed woodpecker comes to peck, peck, peck on the mesquite. From pigeons to mourning doves to peach faced love birds, I watch them feed on the seeds and drink from the birdbath. The pigeons and doves dance as they scuttle along the ground, eating the seeds cast out of the feeders by the smaller birds.
Tiny yellow and black finches peck at the thistle seed feeder. It’s both peaceful and bustling. All at once, they take flight and scatter like leaves fighting a burst of wind. Confused sparrows slam into my window. Miraculously unharmed, they flit away to safety. I am curious why, but then with a flurry of great wings he lands- HAWK!
golden eyed sharpie
plucked feathers float to the ground
another life gone
©2018 Linda Lee Lyberg