Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
From my writing room, I have a view of the front garden. The sun is rising in a pale pink sky and peeks through my window, creating rainbows from the hanging prisms. It is here, in this magical place where I watch the panorama of nature unfold before me as an unseen observer.
This is the time of year when there are 30-40 lovebirds perched on the sprawling limbs of the Mesquite tree. Although in full view, they blend into the tree foliage but for their rosy peach cheeks. I can hear their distinctive chatter which is bright and gay; a raucous chorus. Among them, there is always at least one hybrid. Today it is the pale yellow one I call Butter. Because she is different, the others often scold and fuss at her but she holds her own, never backing down.
Within the flock that visits, there are at least a dozen new babies; I recognize them by the black spot on their beaks. I smile as two baby lovebirds flap their wings, trying to get their father’s attention. Papa bird relents and regurgitates food into the gaping mouth of the little ones. I marvel at both the father’s tenderness and the tenacity of the young ones, who are always hungry.
bright summer fledglings
learning to survive and thrive
mimicking parents
©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg
dVerse Poets Pub: Monday- Lost and Found Nature’s Magic
I love the way such scenery plays out… so much is different, yet some things is still the same up in the north.
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Yes, so true. Nature does repeat itself. Thank you Bjorn.
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I love how you describe this charming scene, and how you recognize “Butter.” I love watching birds.
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Thank you so much Merril. I love watching them too!
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We’re always astonished at how attentive parent birds are to their young ones. Maybe we shouldn’t be. What lovely sight!
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Thank you Jane. Yes, they are a joy to watch.
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What a magical place to see, listen and marvel at these birds and their fledgings. They sure brighten up the view with their color and bird songs.
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Yes, they do. Thank you Grace!
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OMG this is awesome, luv the contemplative mood you have written in. You took me into the scene.
Happy Monday
Much❤🕊❤love
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Thank you!
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Your surroundings just sound like a fairytale… Every time you write about it, I wish I could just roam around and take it all in.
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Aww. Thank you so much Beckie. ❤️
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You’re most welcome! 💗
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So blessed to see so many birds! I have two hummingbird feeders and only get to see them occasionally. We are on different time schedules. Lovely description!
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Thank you kindly.
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Reblogged this on davidbruceblog #2.
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Thank you!
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Such a wonderful haibun, your birds and learning from their parents. the haiku at the end is excellent
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Thank you Toni!
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I don’t think I’d get any writing done. I’d be too engrossed in the birds. But then, you’ve solved it by writing about the birds.
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Lol. Yes, I write about them a lot.
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And thank you!
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I like how you described the other birds scolding Butter. I will have to pay more attention to how the birds that come near the house treat each other. I tend to take them too much for granted.
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Thank you Frank!
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Entire stories being written outside your window! (K)
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Yes indeed! Thank you.
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Bird Feed Human
Wisdom
Mimicking
Life
iNstead
oF FLYinG Death..:)
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I have been vacationing with family, including my son who I haven’t seen. I got all mushy and huggy with them and told them how proud I was of them… my son and daughter laughed, and I knew they were going to tell me that I was sounding just like my Dad… they did, because we have always laughed at how mushy my Dad is, and then there I was doing it. I just felt lucky to have been born into a flock of lovebirds. Your Haibun is so perfect, reflects the symmetry in nature across species and generations, we can be wonderful or cruel fractals.
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Yes, we certainly can. Thank you for sharing!
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