
“I got out of my nest, but I can’t fly yet.”
Only a Smile
A smile
goes a long way . . .
transports peace, joy, delight
and stops when it is not returned.
For real.
© Freeda Baker Nichols
“I got out of my nest, but I can’t fly yet.”
Only a Smile
A smile
goes a long way . . .
transports peace, joy, delight
and stops when it is not returned.
For real.
© Freeda Baker Nichols
mystery bird
waits on limbs of a maple
Blue Jay at feeder
© Freeda Baker Nichols
Underneath the snow, the sleet lies like pellets as white as the snowflakes that sifted down in the dark of night.
The snow continues to pepper down throughout the day and finally stops.
The Cardinal finds sunflower seed in the mix of feed that’s been sprinkled on top of the snow.
The young Blue Jay waits his turn in the pecan tree. His blue color stands out among the browns, grays, and reds.
The Sparrow joins right in and appears to find the seed to his liking.
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This morning, the baby blue jay came out of his nest in an oak tree in my yard. He either fell or thought he could fly when he could not. He hopped until he found the small bushes and pines and then he hopped up the side of a small pine tree where I snapped lots of pictures. He spread his wings a little each time he hopped. The parent birds called to him, giving him specific instructions, I’m sure. 🙂 Of course, Cougar, my cat, showed up to see what the birds were chattering about. I left the birds alone, and later I found the blue jay’s nest high on the oak limb. One baby bird is in the nest. But it’s probably not the one who had tried his wings. I didn’t see him again, but I feel sure he is safe among the oak leaves with his parents nearby.
A tiny egg in faded shell
lay cold upon the ground.
I bent down for a closer look–
such treasure I had found!
Had the blue egg been rejected
by a robin redbreast?
Or had a squawking big blue jay
robbed the little, straw nest?
c Copyright, 2012, Freeda Baker Nichols
flight of the blue jay
cracked shells beneath the cedar
a robin’s lone cry
c Copyright 2012, Freeda Baker Nichols