Holding On.

Leaves have fallen. Branches bared.

Only one staying is this nest up here.

Holding tight to wind, rain, and sun.

A reminder of growth, nurturing, and young.

Eventually, it will fall away. 

Creating space for a new one one-day.


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Gracious Chickadee

Singing quietly.

Among the branches.

In the tree.

Close to me.

You fly on.

Chirping quietly.

Friendly joyous chickadee.


I was ecstatic to have finally gotten a picture of one of the chickadees. They where flying over my head as I was filling the outdoor animal water dish that sits under this tree. The little birds flit around so quickly I was surprised this guy stayed long enough for me to get his picture. 

Love and blessings, đź’• Carrie

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Sing For All.

Sitting on a high perch. Singing for what it’s worth.

I feel myself filled with joy at your lovely song.

My heart knows the rhythm and rhyme.

Your pitch and melody. Soothing all who choose to be

caught in your song. Grateful you call your home

exactly where I live, too. Sing for all your melody.

The soul soothing song. Lifts us up to a world higher.

Helps us forget the moments gone.

Sparrow
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Migrating Enthusiasm

The birds have paused their Autumn travels

near my door stop. I gaze out the windows to watch them.

Hopping and bopping along the fields, 

the tree tops, and through the air. 

Merrily resting and reviving for the next leg of thier trip.


The birds always provide an abundance of joy when they stop by.

May you be blessed with abundance.

Love and blessings, đź’• Carrie

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My Sparrow Buddy

Oh, how I relish your song in the morning!

Your throaty call drifts across the yard.

I look, eyes shining brightly, when I spy you

high in the tree. You like to sing from the very tip

top of the pines. Looking like a speck of brown

atop the prickly greens. I peer up long enough to whisper

good morning. You quiet long enough for other birdsong

to filter through the dawn kissed air. I find myself humming

along. As the rooster crows his loud morning song.

The hens chirp and hum as they wake.

I, for one, will be grateful for this day.


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Confidant Chickadee.

You fly by me. Hovering close so I see.

Look! Look! At me! You say, chick -a-dee-dee-dee.

I pause to look at you. You fly to the feeder and back to the tree.

Asking without words if I can see. Yes. I notice the feeder is empty.

I will be right back.
Arriving with the container of seed. The chickens cannot help but see.

As they scream, Sunseeds! From under the cover of the trees.
Full at last. I look around. I do not see the chickadee.

He cannot be found. 

Wait! Right there! A flash of black and white. Past my shoulder.

He grabs a seed. Quick as can be. Perches in the tree to eat.

Belting out a thank you that sounds like, chick-a-dee-dee-dee.


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Summer Fading

The geese are flying, honking a goodbye.

As the hummingbirds zip around the flowers one last

time.

The hawks are plenty as they migrate by. Swooping at

the little birds. 

Causing the chickens to squawk and cry.

Leaves are falling one by one. 

Slowly

now as they begun.

The trees are mainly green, but some are changing. Some show 

true.

We watch and wait. The end of a season. The start of the new.

Autumn will bring abundance of crops. The seeds we had sowed,

our reward will show.

Abundant in plenty. 

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They sing!

High up.

They sing.

Looking forward to the warmth the sun brings.

Even on a cloudy day,

they sing and sing.

Merrily.

Up high.

They flutter.

Moving to and fro.

From morning

to night.

They sing and work.

Live with delight.

Merrily.

Oh, so merrily.

They sing.

Vibrating a song of gratitude,

They sing.