Godzilla and Birdie Go for a Walk
Tag: Bird
Birdsong
Annoyed Hawk
The sound of squabbling drew me to the window.
Duck, NC: flora, fauna.
Mark & Melanie
Duck, NC: sunrise, rainbows, pétanque.
Duck, NC: singing, storming, shopping
Jan
Sounds of Spring: Carolina Wren
Paris, Pigeon, Poutres apparentes
The best of all places to begin a Paris sojourn: on a bench in the Jardin du Luxembourg. (But maybe without suitcases.)
Under The Greenwood Tree
For June, a poem from As You Like It, Act II, Scene V.
Under the greenwood tree
Who loves to lie with me,
And turn his merry note
Unto the sweet bird’s throat,
Come hither, come hither, come hither:
Here shall he see
No enemy
But winter and rough weather.
Who doth ambition shun,
And loves to live i’ the sun,
Seeking the food he eats,
And pleas’d with what he gets,
Come hither, come hither, come hither:
Here shall he see
No enemy
But winter and rough weather.
—William Shakespeare
Jan
Hark!
For Christmas Day, a painting and a poem. Merry Christmas, everyone, as we go onward together holding hands, listening for angels.
A little girl is singing for the faithful to come ye
Joyful and triumphant, a song she loves,
And also the partridge in a pear tree
And the golden rings and the turtle doves.
In the dark streets, red lights and green and blue
Where the faithful live, some joyful, some troubled,
Enduring the cold and also the flu,
Taking the garbage out and keeping the sidewalk shoveled.
Not much triumph going on here—and yet
There is much we do not understand.
And my hopes and fears are met
In this small singer holding onto my hand.
Onward we go, faithfully, into the dark
And are there angels hovering overhead? Hark.
— Gary Johnson
Ann
Stephanie
Noah
Nevin
Tony