framing a flock of pigeons
across blue sky
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Showing posts with label pigeon. Show all posts
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Saturday, March 30, 2013
March 30: Feels like spring
At last, a beautiful day that feels like spring. We head to Weskeag Marsh to see what birds have newly arrived, but the tide is high, the river banks filled to the brim, and we only see a single Great Blue Heron and a pair of crows.
Elsewhere, though, titmice, cardinals, and House Finches fill the mild air with song. Walking the boardwalk along the edge of Rockland Harbor, we hear pigeons cooing under our feet, tucked away in dank love nests under the walkway, presumably above the high water line. And in the harbor itself, close to shore, some drake eiders also coo, pitching the woo to the russet hens.
Driving home, we watch a crow fly over Route One with a long twig in its bill, presumably working on a nest. Love is in the air. And that particular excitement we all feel this time of year when a day like this makes us feel certain that someday soon the snow will all melt, the ice will leave the ponds, and slowly, leaf buds will unfurl.
Heron hunched, alone,
the whole marsh to itself.
Soon, says the blue sky.
Elsewhere, though, titmice, cardinals, and House Finches fill the mild air with song. Walking the boardwalk along the edge of Rockland Harbor, we hear pigeons cooing under our feet, tucked away in dank love nests under the walkway, presumably above the high water line. And in the harbor itself, close to shore, some drake eiders also coo, pitching the woo to the russet hens.
Driving home, we watch a crow fly over Route One with a long twig in its bill, presumably working on a nest. Love is in the air. And that particular excitement we all feel this time of year when a day like this makes us feel certain that someday soon the snow will all melt, the ice will leave the ponds, and slowly, leaf buds will unfurl.
Heron hunched, alone,
the whole marsh to itself.
Soon, says the blue sky.
Thursday, November 15, 2012
November 15: Pigeons
While driving to Vermont this afternoon, noticed fat pigeons perched along one wire among several crossing above the highway like lines on a sheet of music...
Pigeons on a wire:
Monotonous notes
of a musical score.
Pigeons on a wire:
Monotonous notes
of a musical score.
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