Birds of a feather in the garden
Working in my garden, pulling weeds,
bits of this and that off the sprouting plants growth.
I notice the robins, a pair, flying to and away,
back and forth, up and down.
Then one flies away to the evergreen,
rebuffed I suppose. But did he notice
she looked back after him?
I wonder.
The oriole couple fly circles around
each other, dipping close to the water
then up, following one another,
then back to their nest.
Like a couple in love.
A swan twosome fly low overhead
before finally coming down together
as one, landing in unison
as though they were always one.
They seem so easy with one another
comfortable in each others companionship.
In my garden I enjoy watching the birds.
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Ronald J. Edwards
Trinity Ink
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and cherish these times in the garden. If only we all could mimic those lovely birds and learn to be as one with our partners.
Thank you for sharing this moment with me.
ron
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Thank you for reading and taking the time to comment. On any given day there are all kinds of birds here, loons, geese,seagulls, ducks and many more. I enjoy watching them. raskin
loved this one Raskin
I love this one of yours Raskin ,it is a lovely poem about your observation of robins ,they are indeed fascinating birds.
We have just discovered one nesting in out shed . there`s a tiny gap above the door that she can get in and out ,
she is in a corner of our shed with nest ,dont know if she has any eggs yet I dont like to look in case I disturb her ,
I just go in the shed when I need something and come right out again ,maybe soon we will see chicks emerge .thanks for your poem I enjoyed the read,
from Willow
thank you
They are fun to watch. I have a pair that nests under my screen porch every year. This is silly thing to wonder about but I do, how do those big eggs fit inside the robin? I know I could look it up but somehow I think I like the mystery of wonder. I have fun watching the robins when they hatch. raskin