Lovin'; Spring, Lovin' Nature

For a couple of weeks I've watched the baby robins grow and feather and get more aggressive. Yesterday, I went out to see if I could photograph some of the antics I've seen recently and saw no sign of mom or offspring. They were getting quite bold and would stand on the edge of the nest while waiting for her. I assume they've flown.

One other note, I think I heard babies in my kiln room this morning, though it's been raining all day and I haven't checked yet. Let's hope for the chickadees.

Here's a little poem I wrote for the Hackberry that is coming down - soon - at least anything that's alive. I had planned to carve it, but it keeps trying to grow. Oh yeah, I call it a poop-berry tree because if you park anywhere around it, your car will be covered with the nastiest bird droppings you ever imagined.

I’m feelin no love for the poop berry tree

It’s branches and berries tend to disgust me

From all of it’s presence I long to be free

But then the bird nests in its branches.

I planned to get trimming as soon as I could

And take down each little green leaf –yes I would

For I knew the ‘ick’ of delay if I should

But now the bird nests in its branches.

It’s roots are a tangle that kills flowers and grass

It’s occupants’ droppings leave me talking crass

It’s berries are sticky and cling as we pass

But yet, the bird nests in its branches.

I am a bird lover, oh yes that’s the case

I’ll stand for an hour with camera in face

And so I am waiting to saw without grace

'Til the birds leave their nest in its branches.

DWoodall 2007