The Herons of Bothell…

The Herons of Elmwood

Warm and still is the summer night,
As here by the river’s brink I wander;
White overhead are the stars, and white
The glimmering lamps on the hillside yonder.

Silent are all the sounds of day;
Nothing I hear but the chirp of crickets,
And the cry of the herons winging their way
O’er the poet’s house in the Elmwood thickets.

Call to him, herons, as slowly you pass
To your roosts in the haunts of the exiled thrushes,
Sing him the song of the green morass;
And the tides that water the reeds and rushes.

Sing him the mystical Song of the Hern,
And the secret that baffles our utmost seeking;
For only a sound of lament we discern,
And cannot interpret the words you are speaking.

Sing of the air, and the wild delight
Of wings that uplift and winds that uphold you,
The joy of freedom, the rapture of flight
Through the drift of the floating mists that infold you.

Of the landscape lying so far below,
With its towns and rivers and desert places;
And the splendor of light above, and the glow
Of the limitless, blue, ethereal spaces.

Ask him if songs of the Troubadours,
Or of Minnesingers in old black-letter,
Sound in his ears more sweet than yours,
And if yours are not sweeter and wilder and better.

Sing to him, say to him, here at his gate,
Where the boughs of the stately elms are meeting,
Some one hath lingered to meditate,
And send him unseen this friendly greeting;

That many another hath done the same,
Though not by a sound was the silence broken;
The surest pledge of a deathless name
Is the silent homage of thoughts unspoken.

~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Today I’ll be looking for a cool spot to escape to like this Heron. My sister Lana and I spotted him on the Sammamish River Trail last weekend.  We are suppose to have the hottest temperatures of the year today and break some more records in the Pacific Northwest. I’ll do my running around early and then move as little as possible the rest of the day. I’ll be waiting for temps in the low 80’s and high 70’s before I plan some summer adventures. How about you? Is it cool enough for an adventure where you are?

He Pampers Me…

and puts up with my whimseys.

 

I told him I really needed a Hummingbird Feeder outside my computer window.

 

So he got out his ladder and tools and came up with a way to hang  the feeder so I could see it outside the window.

Perfect…just at the right height for me to see the Hummingbirds come and feed. Now we wait…

What’s that looking at me?

 

Such beautiful fast little birds.

 

 

 

 

I’m so happy for these little wonders to come and visit and have a sip before they speed off again!

I’m linking up with Mary at Work of the Poet for Ruby Tuesday since my feeder is ruby. I hope to catch a photo of a Ruby Throated Hummingbird soon.

Photobucket replaced all my photos with ugly black and grey boxes and they are holding my photos hostage until I pay them lots of money. I’m slowly going through all my posts and trying to clean them up and replacing some photos. Such a bother.

Evening Grosbeak ~ Finches

For Outdoor Wednesday I wanted to show some more of my photos of the Evening Grosbeak Finches that have started visiting my feeder.

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There was a lot of activity at my Apple Tree yesterday. I was delighted to see these Finches come and visit. They are a bit greedy at the feeder. There was a lot of flapping of wings and pecking going on to get the good advantage on the feeder.

Some waited patiently for their turn a safe distance away.

 

Most of the photos were taken from my kitchen window and a few were taken from my deck trying not to scare them off.

 

I was happy to see the female bird have a turn.

Evening Grosbeak ~ Hesperiphona vespertina

A chunky, short-tailed finch, size of Starling: has a very large, conical whitish bill. The undulating flight indicates a finch, and its stocky shape, large white wing patches mark it as this species.

Male: Dull yellow; dark head, yellow eye stripe,  black and white wings, large pale bill.

Female: Silver-gray and yellow, large pale bill.

ht: A Field Guide To Western Birds by Roger Tory Peterson

Photobucket replaced all my photos with ugly black and grey boxes and they are holding my photos hostage until I pay them lots of money. I’m slowly going through all my posts and trying to clean them up and replacing some photos. Such a bother.

One of These Things Is Not Like The Others

I saw this goose in amongst the Canadian Geese at Bothell landing. I wonder what kind it is…

One of these things is not like the others,
One of these things just doesn’t belong,
Can you tell which thing is not like the others
By the time I finish my song?

Did you guess which thing was not like the others?
Did you guess which thing just doesn’t belong?
If you guessed this one is not like the others,
Then you’re absolutely…right!

Words and Music by Joe Raposo and Jon Stone

Have a great Saturday everyone. Dear and I are helping a young couple from church get their new old house ready for them to move in. Scraping ceilings and other fun messy work this morning. This afternoon my brother Tim and our SIL Letty are coming over to hang out with us. Fun times!!

Photobucket is holding all my photos that I stored on their site from 2007-2015 hostage replacing them with ugly grey and black boxes and asking for a large ransom to retrieve them. It is a slow process to go through all my posts deleting the ugly boxes.