353375
Starlings have
come to strip my tree;
it sounds like
a jungle
in my back garden; waxwings
have missed out this year.
skat@2018
353375
Starlings have
come to strip my tree;
it sounds like
a jungle
in my back garden; waxwings
have missed out this year.
skat@2018
Where once I thought I’d never see
A lonely waxwing in my cherry tree,
Not only one, but six delight,
In berry-picking, morn ’til night!
The robin’s not inclined to share,
Now her days are filled with care,
But waxwings won’t give up the fight,
They’ll strip the tree, e’er they take flight.
Meanwhile I sit and enjoy the scene,
As between them all, my tree’s picked clean.
skat@2017
(pictures to follow)
Sweet sugar-water
swinging from my cherry tree—
ruby-throat hovers.
skat@2017
Four days early, I’ve
one dove in my cherry tree–
not turtle, nor pear.
skat@2016