Pool Party

When it is 100 F in the sun, there is nothing like jumping into the pool to cool off. My cute little sparrows frolicked in this plateful of water I put on my deck rail for them. The had so much fun splashing over and over again. It was a delight to watch!

Poetry in motion

Sparrows’ pool party gets wild

Temps soar to 100 F

Photos: Dwight L. Roth

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Just Chillin’

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*Chillin’ is an expression I heard used in Eastern North Carolina which simply means hanging around with nothing to do! I saw a sign on a fence post outside an old country store that read “NO CHILLIN’ ON THIS CORNER” . This little bird sleeping in my feeder today reminded me of that sign.

Chillin’ in the cage

Surrounded by all that food

Just like you and me

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Photo: Dwight L. Roth

 

 

Frequent Flyer

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You come to drink sweet and fermentation

from my magical striped balloon of glass

I watch you zipping through tint refraction

Curiously watching me with each new pass

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Your tiny micro chip of a frame stops

And through the straw you draw sweet nourishment

Deeply imbibing then back to tree tops

Pausing on a branch // moment of contentment

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Perched among the willows // you disappear

Blending in to the foliage like a leaf

In an instant you suddenly appear

Looking for me // like I was the big chief

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As I make my sandwich and spread my bread

You land and draw in sweet nectar instead

Photo: Dwight L. Roth

Today at d’Verse, Linda asked us to write a poem about flying. Since I have been watching my hummingbird coming back and forth to my feeder, I attempted to write a sonnet about the hummingbird.

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Woodland Symphony

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Music pours out from shadow and tree
Calling us all to enjoy a reprieve
A melodious symphony straight from the heart
Each tiny instrument playing its part
Miniature voices in perfect pitch
Unwritten scores of notes that are rich
Filled with a beauty beyond man or pen
A symphony of music that will never end

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Mocking birds solo sopranos and basses
Finding their notes in so many spaces
Piccolo warblers and wren solos start
Antiphonal melodies straight from the heart
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The bassoon bull frog comes in now and then
Cicadas’ strings play background blends
Crickets and blue jays fill the air
The snare of the trees adds depth to the pair
Woodpeckers drumming on old hollow trees
A staccato rhythm that floats on the breeze
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Suddenly right out of the blue
The feline conductor brings all in on cue
With a growing crescendo from blue jay and friend
Celloed instruments calling, “This is the end!”
The squirrel plays percussion with his raspy scolding
As the woods fills with music the finale’s unfolding
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A thunderous applause from the balcony on high
Brings all to their feet flashes crossing the sky
The concert is over the conductor’s gone home
Performers take bows the music is gone

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Painting: Dwight L. Roth

This is a painting and poem are from a few years ago.  I wrote this as I sat under the trees listening to all that was going on above me. I love the idea of the birds and animals creating an orchestral piece brought on by the neighbors cat!

Waiting To Be Fed

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I am always amazed at how long parents keep feeding their young long after they seem to be grown. I have seen both House Finches and Cardinals feeding their immature babies that look grown.

Juvenile House Finch

Still begs parent to feed him

Plenty within reach

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Just like some of ours who sit…

waiting // the check’s in the mail

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Photo: Dwight L. Roth

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Chipper Chipmunk

Little Chipper Chipmunk climbs my pole
Right through the slinky// his head in the hole
Stuffs cheeks with my seeds; but pays me no toll
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His bulging cheeks full of sunflower seeds
Enough to supply his every need
Jumps the slinky like he’s riding a steed
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Slides to the bottom // he’s off like a shot
Moved in under my deck, like it or not
I think it is time for a trav’ ling plot
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He might be too cute and he might be smart
But I couldn’t afford him from the start
So, I shall set my trap and do my part
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I tried it once but he came right back
Didn’t go far enough for him not to back track
This time, I’ll take him where he won’t get back
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Into the big woods across the wide way
Where he can climb oak trees and feel them sway
Now I’ll have more seeds for the birds each day

Photos: Dwight L. Roth

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Ready to Leave Home

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About a month ago I told my neighbor there was a cowbird going in his exhaust vent. Last week we saw these two little guys poking their heads through the flaps. He finally called the landlord, but was told they could not remove the nest until the birds left. A few days later they were gone and we saw the maintenance person standing on the top of the ladder with a vacuum cleaning out the nest and putting a cage over it.
Two little squatters
Can’t wait to come out an fly
Messy little guys
Mom fattens them on my suet
Leaving their mark they fly

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Photos: Dwight L. Roth

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Hungry Bird

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I had a visit today from an Eastern Blue Grosbeak. He comes to my feeder a few times a year. I am not sure if they are migrating or just tend to stay away. I always like seeing their gorgeous striking colors. This bird was hungry. He hopped right into the cage and ate for five minutes. I thought he would fly away when I got closer to get these photos, but he kept right on eating. It was wonderful to see him again.

Blue grosbeak stopped by

Eating his fill of my seeds

Springtime all around

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Eastern Blue Grosbeak

iPhone Photos: Dwight L. Roth