DSCN5560Great White Egrets and Pelicans

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The pelicans stayed
until sometime Saturday.
We enjoyed every minute
of their presence
on the Big Pond,
swimming in one big group,herding the fish,
feasting—
heads dipped,
tails tipped.
They sometimes stood in the shallowest,
flaring their expansive wings.
Sometimes they flew away,
and returned.
Never did they make a sound.
Silent they came,
stayed,
and left,
us marveling.

The Great White Egrets
who have been sleeping in the Cypress
all summer,
remain. They kept company
with the Pelicans.
A Red-Tailed Hawk, at one point,
sat atop a Cypress. No way
would it approach the big birds.
The resident Great Blue Heron couple,
always shy and to themselves,
came and went from the edges,
as they pleased.
Briefly,
a migrating heron, we think,
stopped for a rest
on one of the islands.

In the tiny bird bath
at the Farmhouse,
a male—red—Cardinal
took a splashy bath
in the sun Sunday morning.
Driving west later,
there were Red-Tailed Hawks
all along the road,
for miles. I still spot
Scissor-Tailed Flycatchers,
their breasts a soft apricot,
on high line wires and barbed wire fences.

A flock of Blue Birds arrived
and drank from the bird bath
in the afternoon. Then,
a Mockingbird.
I filled a bird feeder for the first time
this fall
and a Junco is the first
to find the seed.
On a Sunday evening walk,
I flushed two large dove—
there are many dove this fall—
and a male pheasant. We scared
each other.

This morning,
an Eastern Phoebe couple
took respite on drippy tomato cages
just outside the south windows,
from the blustery, wet (!) north wind.

We welcome
all migrants,
and winter’s company.