And you’ll be glad if you do
Their young ones are hungry
Their nests are so bare
All it takes is tuppence from you
Tuppence, tuppence, tuppence a bag
“Feed the birds, ” that’s what she <he> cries
While overhead, her <his> birds fill the skies
Why, birds, must you be angry?
your cawing, dawning, cries
on forceful wings
with hope of spring
your ire, it mystifies
Perhaps it is your season call
a changing time, alerting
so others heed
your time of need
through winter, disconcerting
Lay still your ruffled feathers
each change is not by choice
and yet you can
as you began
make known your thoughts in voice.
Artwork by Nicole Anderson
David Stalker captured another photo of his owl baby.
To see how he progressed, click here.
This daddy screech owl protected his owl nest while waiting for the eggs to pop open.
And then, at least one, did! Quite a funny looking fellow, eh?
I know this whole family is saying, “Thank you, David Stalker, for building this owl house for us, putting it in your backyard, and for taking our picture. Now, we are happy AND famous.”
A Carolina wren found a place for her nest on top of our garage door opener! Hope she doesn’t mind the racket!
My friend, David Stalker, captured this image last night in his backyard! A male Eastern Screech Owl. Click play to hear him!
A Hill Country home with a little mood lighting.