listening to his tribe chatter
about who is far
who is near
sounds like music to my ear
they flit and fly
low and high
in sync
with one another
immersed in
eating seeds from cones
I slide up close
to be
a spy for you and me
and steal a portrait
of another
White-winged Crossbill
chatter
chatter
chatter
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who is near
sounds like music to my ear
they flit and fly
low and high
in sync
with one another
immersed in
eating seeds from cones
I slide up close
to be
a spy for you and me
and steal a portrait
of another
White-winged Crossbill
chatter
chatter
chatter
Go to One Single Impression for more poets honoring the prompt: Listening
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Super Super Nice poem. A spy for you and me. I always felt like a spy watching the wildlife as a wildlife bio collecting data on their every move. It's nice now to just watch and listen, like you have done perfectly here.
ReplyDeleteLoved this. If only we let nature near us..
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Oh, I love these photos - I've never seen such a bird. A perfect springtime creature.
ReplyDeleteI've been visiting your blog for some time and always adore your photos. Thanks.
They play the music of spring reborn.
ReplyDeleteIt's so lovely to see a spot of red color in the snow.
ReplyDeleteGreat words and pics. Lovely.
ReplyDeleteI like 'immersed in eating seeds from cones' How simple life can be! Stunning photos - and what a colourful little bird!?
ReplyDeleteBeautiful pictures--So vivid! I love your poem, it's so true.
ReplyDeleteOut of curiousity, what size lens were you using and how far away were you shooting from?
ReplyDeleteSoo cute and what a lovely message.
ReplyDeleteThey are really cute, thanks for introducing them to me, I'd never seen one! It must have been a real concert! ;-) Have a great Sunday!
ReplyDeleteVery pretty little bird and beautiful verse to go with your beautiful photos:)
ReplyDeleteTammie I love these birds always find it fasinating to look at as we have nothing here which even comes close to this colour :)
ReplyDeleteAh! Spring has sprung at Spirithelpers!! :)
ReplyDeleteTammie, these are absolutely wonderful! I love Crossbills.
ReplyDeleteoh so beautiful! Thank you for sharing that.
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ReplyDeleteBeautiful Tammie!! Aren't they beautiful! Lovely poem too!!! Sarah
ReplyDeleteNature speaks and music resonates.
ReplyDeleteNice poem - bird chatter is a favorite tune of mine! Great photos too!
ReplyDeleteWhat a gift! Both the poem and the photos. Lovely.
ReplyDeleteWhat a fitting poem! I like your words. The photos are neat too, I especially like the last one.
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ReplyDeleteI love the fact that your photos are always taken with the rest of us in mind. Great lines these:
ReplyDeleteI slide up close
to be
a spy for you and me
My eyes misread "white-winged Crossbill" as "white-winged Churchill." They look a little Churchillian in their toupees.
Their chatter is beautiful. (I wonder if they feel that way about our chatter!)
ReplyDeleteI love to spy upon our feathered friends and I enjoyed your photos as well as the poem.
ReplyDeleteTommy Lee, you are a nice spy. I'm glad you got these nice pictures. Could you interpret any of their chatter?
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A talented eye and talented soul. Thank you for bringing nature to us through your lens and with your pen. I will visit again, and again... Love and Light, Nina P.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful, cheerful, inspiring - everything about this post! Love it!
ReplyDeleteWe had a crossbill eating gravel from the road in front of our house one time, I really enjoyed watching it pick up the small stones from the side of its mouth.
ReplyDeleteWhat lovely friends to get to watch. Thank you for sharing.
Exquisite words and photography. It feels so 'immediate' and 'life defining'.
ReplyDeleteAhhh .. thank you. I so enjoyed this and Crossbills are beautiful.
ReplyDeleteYou are really talented in photography and words. They seem to flow like a river. Wonderful! Have a great week, Tammy :).
ReplyDeleteWe have so many Crossbills here too. They flash in the trees; what a sight. Great shots.
ReplyDeletePS: forgot to add I really enjoyed the playfulness of your poem too; especially the end.
ReplyDeleteHe's a cutie - great color
ReplyDeleteBirds are often bringers of secret messages. Wonder what this handsome little fellow wants to tell you . . .
ReplyDeleteI just love to see the different kinds of feathered friends you have around there. That one has such nice colours.
ReplyDeleteYou are always a delight to visit!
ReplyDeleteI love the photo and perfectly written words that accompany it. Beautiful!
ReplyDeleteWhat a blessing to stop by for your read..very near to you this prompt- What precious photos!
ReplyDeleteWhat a wonderful poem to accompany your great pictures.
ReplyDeleteHe is adorable! It must have been great to wander upon him. :)
ReplyDeleteLove your poem and phtography. "tribe chatter" and "a spy for you and me" -great images.
ReplyDeleteCute little fellow.
ReplyDeleteGreat shots! :)
Beautiful, Tammie. I just wrote yesterday to Quietpaths, also in Montana, that I had never seen a white-winged crossbill.
ReplyDeleteYour love of natures shine through this poem. I will be back to this blog.
Hello, Tammie! Wonderful poetry...my goodness, I was so moved. Thank you for sharing this with us. Beautiful photos, too. They fill my eyes.
ReplyDeleteTammie: That's a new one to me and a neat shot showing the name.
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