I have heard
the migratory call,
at early Dawn;
at twilight time,
as flocks of
Canadian Geese,
perform their ritual .
A precursor of what
will soon become,
as the geese sweep
the sky, telling us
of what is to come;
we have returned.

Sing to me
sweet Chickadee,
a song of when;
this pretty Wren.
It's a tweet,
so very sweet
to my ear.
Now your here,
in this place.
My smiling face,
longs to hear
and you appear.
Like a Dove
bringing a love
a friendly noise.

There are stories written,
about the feathers, white.
What happened to the tales
of feathers, black as night?

A fence line, with crooked rail atop,
wanders across the valley scene.
Dividing the land for all to see
and stop the livestock from
wandering away. The wood is weathered ,
a colored grey, with flecks of moss
and lichen, on the shady side of the posts.
The post is used as a perch for
all the birds, as they sit and search,
for the meal they seek; to keep clear
of starvation; to stay strong
and reduce the weak.
Fly away. Fly away now,
flapping your wings
as only you know how.

He was a small little rodent,
so much smaller than I,
who had made the decision,
he wanted to fly.
To be free from this earth;
so he could fly every day.
He would climb up the tree,
the highest, he would say,
leap from the shaky limb
and would be on his way.
He began climbing the tallest,
the highest he found,
leaping from the branches,
he fell to the ground.
Luck was with him,
on this, his luckiest night,
as he soon discovered,
on this first solo flight.
A few branches, on his way down,
had impeded his falling;
he became the talk of the town.
Be careful what you wish for.
Be careful what you say,
for when you leap from a branch,
it may not be your day.

Beach Bums of Camano Island

I'm in the kitchen,
looking at our deck,
when four Crows,
come, starting to peck.
Bring us some food,
they are calling to me,
for we hunger now,
can you not see?
I had given them almonds,
an expensive nut.
Now I have changed
to tearing up a bread crust.

Have you noticed when the ground
is rain soaked, the Crows will abound.
Down on the grass, working away.
Searching for worms, which come to
the surface for air. They must breathe
and the Crows will start feeding,
when ever they please.

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The Crow hopped
and cawed,
did a short
bouncy dance,
on the grass.
He did prance,
looking for worms;
his last chance.

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Butterflies and moths have been around for millions of years. They used to be a common sight in gardens, but numbers have declined since the 1940s along with our other native wildlife species such as bees and hedgehogs.

It will come as no surprise to hear this loss is due to destruction of natural habitats such as wildflower meadows, peatbogs and ancient woodlands in favour of intensive farming practices, roads and housing developments that have stripped away the majority of their nesting and foods sites. Climate change is partly responsible for butterfly decline too, producing wetter weather that alters the distribution of certain species.............Click the image below to read the complete article at DIY Garden (https://diygarden.co.uk)

A few photo's from workshop put on by Canon/John Prucich (The Falconer)/Audubon Club

From the mountains to Puget Sound there's wildlife all around us.
Appreciate the Northwest

Lots of great areas around Lake Washington to take photo's..... my favorite... Seward Park.