A little bird, within a tangled wood,
Sang sweetly to the forest solitude;
From matin hour to vesper time it sang —
Until the leafy woodland spaces rang
With such a chorus of ecstatic glee
That all the world seemed pulsing harmony …
~Robert Frost
birds
Great Blue Heron
These heron were doing some serious fishing out on flooded farm land near the Mississippi River. They crept along slowly … watching … listening … and then striking with lightening speed. Each strike was generally rewarded with a tiny silver fish.
“The charm of fishing is that it is the pursuit of what is elusive but attainable, a perpetual series of occasions for hope.” ~John Buchan
Empty nests
Rufous-sided Towhee
Tufted Titmouse
Tufted titmice are frequent visitors to my feeders. It is not always easy to get a photo of them because they flit in and out so quickly. I usually hear their clear echoing voice before I actually see them, which is my cue to get my camera ready.
“Those who wish to sing … always find a song.” ~Swedish Proverb


