Poor indeed is the garden in which birds find no homes. ~Abram L. Urban I'd noticed this bird on the wire and on this tree as if waiting for something, and definitely not in any hurry to fly away. We have a tin and bamboo shed where knicks and knacks are kept. I went in there a few days ago and there she was, guarding after her nest. I was so happy at the sight, at the thought of the babies here, in my plot. I went to get the camera and clicked a few pictures but when I got too close, the bird flew away.
Taking this opportunity, I took the fledgeling out of the nest (it'd stirred) and took these shots. Of course I was very gentle and the beautiful baby was such an angel that it did not 'cheep' or show any sign of discomfort. I've never had the opportunity to hold a pigeon fledgeling. And who can say whether birds will build their nests again in my yard. Had the nest been on a tree I wouldn't have had the chance to click and to hold a creation as wonderful as this feathered beauty!
Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul And sings the tune without the words and never stops at all.
Glory be to God for dappled things- For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow; For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim; Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches' wings; Landscape plotted and pieced--fold, fallow, and plough; And all trades, their gear and tackle and trim. All things counter, original, spare, strange; Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?) With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim; He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change: Praise him. Gerard Manley Hopkins
The first flowering shrub I planted on our land
Every flower is a soul blooming in Nature.-Gerard De Nerval
Shall I not have intelligence with the earth? Am I not partly leaves and vegetable mould myself? -Henry David Thoreau