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Spring is here! Time for the birds and the bees and spiders

            SPRING LEAVES

Green leaves so soft, so bright, so tender,
Emerging in the first blush of spring,
Bringing forth the newness of life,
So fragile, so frail, ever so gentle
With the first bloom of life,
Just waiting to strengthen their
Sensitive young growth into glowing
Strong armours of emerald delights,
Swaying amidst the elements of love,
Both seen and unseen, sharing with nature
The joys of being.

L. Grimley


I decided to hang a few birdhouses in the backyard, but didn’t have the right hanger,  so in the meantime set them on top of the hot tub cover and filled them with some bird seed.  It turned out to be the perfect place for them – we could enjoy watching them while sitting in the kitchen.  And Sunny, our cat, is amazing!  She will spot a bird feeding from way in the family room, jump onto the back of the couch, leap over to the love seat, top of the love seat and down into the windowsill which is about six feet from the hot tub.  She runs as fast as a roadrunner!  Then she sits (sets?) there swishing her tail, making chattering sounds.  I’m sure the birds can see her but guess they realize they are safe as long as Sunny is behind the glass.

So far there have been two different species feeding – a pair of mourning doves and a few small grayish-brown birds with black masks (I used to know the name but can’t remember).


While I was taking macro shots of the orange blossoms I spied this cute tiny creature – I call them jumping spiders because they take flying leaps from one place to another.  It’s a fuzzy spider and is about the size of half of your little pinky nail.







Sharing with Wild Bird Wednesday and Wordless Wednesday.

Mourning Dove – a cinquain

peaceful, quiet
nesting, resting, cooing
protective mother has a watchful eye

These little mourning doves built their nest in the palm tree right outside my front door. They used that nest for about three years but then the tree started leaning more and more and they stopped nesting there. This is a photo I took a few years back that I will share with Wild Bird Wednesday

The poem above is my first attempt at a word cinquain – a five-line poem consisting of one word on the first line, two words on the second, three words on the third, and a whole short sentence on the fourth and one word on the fifth line, which should be a synonym for the noun on the first line. And the second line should be two adjectives describing the noun on the first line. The third line contains three verb words ending in -ing which describes the noun in line one. The fourth line one short, complete sentence about the noun in line 1. And fifth line is one word (noun), synonymous with the first line noun. Here is a link to a good explanation of a cinquain and several examples.