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Post by Deleted on Dec 1, 2017 19:11:23 GMT -5
There is a long story about the Robin's in my yard building nests where they ought not. The top of a backhoe, or on the step ladder in the shed, are not great places to build a nest and raise a family. After moving the nest (as yet empty) a few times, and making sure the Robin's were unable to rebuild again in the same location, they settled, out of desperation I'm sure, for a spot waist high near the basement door. It allowed us to see the whole process of laying eggs to kicking the chicks out of the nest. The image below is the day they actually opened their eyes, and what inspired the poem above.   That's the third story on this forum that I know of so far where someone sheltered wildlife. There seems to be a theme in English myth -- the story of a person (or someone like a person, anyway) who talks with animals. Tolkien incorporated that with his character "Radagast the Brown". |
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Post by laughter on Dec 1, 2017 19:47:17 GMT -5
That's the third story on this forum that I know of so far where someone sheltered wildlife. There seems to be a theme in English myth -- the story of a person (or someone like a person, anyway) who talks with animals. Tolkien incorporated that with his character "Radagast the Brown".  great stuff thanks. But I do have to point out that but he got it wrong at least once. Squirrels don't have any use for polity (especially when telling you to mind your own business) and they never talk that slow. |
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Post by Deleted on Dec 2, 2017 4:44:42 GMT -5
great stuff thanks. But I do have to point out that but he got it wrong at least once. Squirrels don't have any use for polity (especially when telling you to mind your own business) and they never talk that slow. Those were Eurasian Red Squirrels, which are now endangered in the British Isles, due to the American Grey Squirrel that you know so well. |
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Post by justlikeyou on Dec 2, 2017 10:24:32 GMT -5
There is a long story about the Robin's in my yard building nests where they ought not. The top of a backhoe, or on the step ladder in the shed, are not great places to build a nest and raise a family. After moving the nest (as yet empty) a few times, and making sure the Robin's were unable to rebuild again in the same location, they settled, out of desperation I'm sure, for a spot waist high near the basement door. It allowed us to see the whole process of laying eggs to kicking the chicks out of the nest. The image below is the day they actually opened their eyes, and what inspired the poem above. That's the third story on this forum that I know of so far where someone sheltered wildlife. There seems to be a theme in English myth -- the story of a person (or someone like a person, anyway) who talks with animals. Tolkien incorporated that with his character "Radagast the Brown".  “Just watching an animal closely can take you out of your mind and bring you into the present moment, which is where the animal lives all the time -- surrendered to life.” ― Eckhart Tolle, Guardians of Being |
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Post by justlikeyou on Dec 8, 2017 17:23:26 GMT -5
the thought of her
coming and going-
a leaf on the wind
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Post by justlikeyou on Dec 24, 2017 9:16:39 GMT -5
ice storm the pines freeze-framed in a haiku  |
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Post by justlikeyou on Dec 25, 2017 8:39:59 GMT -5
chinkling white-
do the trees know
it’s christmas?
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Post by glimmer on Dec 26, 2017 19:34:34 GMT -5
small tree
life returns
and of stars!
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Post by explorer on Jan 1, 2018 17:50:36 GMT -5
In this bright new year,
Forget frustration and fear.
Submit to spirit.
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Post by laughter on Jan 2, 2018 6:05:30 GMT -5
There is irony look for it elsewhere from here ..  .. in two syllables |
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Post by justlikeyou on Jan 3, 2018 18:52:05 GMT -5
a huddled crow in brittle wind the broken fence  |
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Post by laughter on Jan 4, 2018 7:28:51 GMT -5
niiiiice
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Post by justlikeyou on Jan 18, 2018 19:45:53 GMT -5
jet sound
the height of a nest
in a bare tree
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Post by explorer on Jan 22, 2018 10:28:38 GMT -5
Haikus have a shape,
Syllables:five,seven,five.
Respect the haiku!
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Post by justlikeyou on Jan 22, 2018 11:00:24 GMT -5
Haikus have a shape, Syllables:five,seven,five. Respect the haiku! Interesting. Why must haiku have a specific shape? |
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That's the third story on this forum that I know of so far where someone sheltered wildlife. There seems to be a theme in English myth -- the story of a person (or someone like a person, anyway) who talks with animals. Tolkien incorporated that with his character "Radagast the Brown". 
great stuff thanks. But I do have to point out that but he got it wrong at least once. Squirrels don't have any use for polity (especially when telling you to mind your own business) and they never talk that slow. 
