"The trees are afraid to put forth buds,
And there is timidity in the grass;
The plots lie gray where gouged by spuds,
And whether next week will pass
Free of sly sour winds is the fret of each bush
Of barberry waiting to bloom."
But it has taken me a long time to get to my photos.
On a trip to the pond at lunch I found that
the Mallard ducklings were out and about.
People were of course feeding them bread.
The American Widgeon pair were still around
they have also learned to eat bread.
Sharing it with others is still a work in progress.
My wife and I decided on supper at the
University of Calgary. For some reason the
university has developed a tilt.
Once there we meet the usual suspects.
The young white-Tailed Jackrabbits appeared
about two weeks ago once they were big
enough that the magpies would leave them alone.
My wife pointed out this flicker which has decided
that a drainage pipe makes a great home.
"Let us be much with Nature; not as they
That labour without seeing, that employ
Her unloved forces, blindly without joy;
Nor those whose hands and crude delights obey
The old brute passion to hunt down and slay;
But rather as children of one common birth,
Discerning in each natural fruit of earth
Kinship and bond with this diviner clay.
Let us be with her wholly at all hours,
With the fond lover's zest, who is content
If his ear hears, and if his eye but sees;
So shall we grow like her in mould and bent,
Our bodies stately as her blessèd trees,
Our thoughts as sweet and sumptuous as her flowers."
"And you know the light is fading all too soon
You're just two umbrellas one late afternoon
You don't know the next thing you will say
This is your favorite kind of day
It has no walls, the beauty of the rain
is how it falls, how it falls, how it falls"
neighbour told me how much she enjoyed the little birds
but then one day she saw a great ugly crow using it.
We never have bonded.
"A great blackbird, a rook by name,
And took away a small bird's share.
So foolish Henry did not care
What became of the great rook,
That from the little sparrows took,
Now and then, as 'twere by stealth,
A part of their abundant wealth;
Nor ever more would feed his sparrows.
Thus ignorance a kind heart narrows."