bird watching – Page 2 – My Wylde Lyfe

Mist Over Beaver Dams Pond

The early morning mist rose over the pond.

The mist of the past; mist of memories; of those who were here before.

When their canoes drifted silently over the waters; and their voices were raised in song.

A patch of blue in a dark, foreboding sky.

Brilliant, blue, and a world beyond.

The dark clouds are temporary and will not last forever.

There is a clear blue sky beyond.

Hey Mr. Blue Jay!

Why so raucous?

Mother Nature gently covers the fields in a lovely grey blanket, as she gets them ready for fall.

You are in my ice tea; my pizza; my sandwiches; and fruit.

Why won’t you leave me alone?

There is an insect; not appreciated; like the regal honey bee.

She is the dragonfly; exquisitely beautiful; a mosquito vacuum; expert flier; the envy of every aerospace engineer.

Dragonfly; I see you.

Thanks.

Monarch in the milkweed. As you flutter around, and rest with your wings closed, then open.

You flutter around and follow me to the back garden, where you alight in the daisies.

There is beauty.

All is not lost.

There is hope.

It was late evening, just before dusk; Mr. and Mrs. Goldfinch were enjoying a peaceful meal in the thistle patch. Then I came along. Sorry!

This was beside Lake Erie; close to the beach; in Rock Point Provincial Park.

When the birds have gone home to rest their heads, there’s others to take their place.

The bat comes swooping, in the dusk-laden sky, so we can see his fox-like face.