So fellow travelers, last week a run of unseasonably warm weather had me out on the birding trails well ahead of season.
I recognized the chirrup of a song I usually do not hear until Spring has sent Winter well on its way. Looking up I spotted three bluebirds sitting on a wire, taking in the afternoon sun.
Bluebirds, in February
And not just, one but three!
A rhythmic dance of words emerged as I took mental pictures to help me sketch later on:
Three birds blue
On a wire
Puffed up chests
Hawk cries high
Spring still sleeps
Snow must melt
I will wait
Winter is back in full force now. Lake Effect snow rushing in ahead of a roaring cold front with 64 mph. Brrrrrr. I’m hoping my three friends are hunkered down in a safe spot til this storm passes. Seeking sanctuary. A sign of the times.
Walk gently on the path my friends and may adventure find you ready.