I was going to post a list of the birds I’ve seen at my feeder lately, but then I decided, why just make a boring list when I can sing a song, right? So here’s a little something I wrote for the occasion. Now, I can’t vouch for the exact nose (beak) count of every bird on the list, but you get the idea. Well (throat clearing noises) here goes. And please, feel free to sing along!
On the 12th day of Christmas, my feeder gave to me…
Twelve speckled starlings Eleven brown-head cowbirds Ten plain brown sparrows Nine slate-gray juncos Eight redwing blackbirds Seven tree-e sparrows Six shiny grackles Five go-old finches Four female cardinals* Three woodpeckers** Two mourning doves and a Fox Sparrow sitting on snow***
* or maybe the same one, four times! ** trust me, there was one in the other tree *** didn’t get that shot, darn!
A Holiday Message
The Cloud Messenger wishes very Happy Holidays to all my fellow bloggers. Thank you all for you kind and generous comments here. Also, thank you for your own wit and wisdom, the occasional righteous indignation and well-placed zingers! You have such big hearts and gentle souls, and are all a great source of inspiration and joy!
While I will be around from now until the end of the year, and visiting your new posts, too, I may post here a bit less often, and maybe not join in as many weekly memes, because I’m really going to push to finish a new manuscript I’ve been putting off working on for too long. I’ll be back at full strength first thing in the New Year!
The Cloud Messenger (Meghadūta) is a lyric poem by the respected Indian poet, Kālidāsa. The poem centers around a yaksa in exile. Longing for his beloved, waiting for him on a Himalayan mountain, he asks a cloud to take a message to her. The sights he tells the cloud it will see on its way make up most of the poem.
The idea of recording observations appeals to me. I thought The Cloud Messenger was the perfect title for a blog about the journey that we all make as we move through our days.
I'm a baby boomer who grew up dancing in the streets of Detroit during the classic Motown years, lived beside the Rocky Mountains for many years, now retired and living (and writing full time) in S. Ontario. I have one blog for rock 'n' roll oldies, and one for nature, poetry and life along the Lake.