It has been eight days since I published an entry re the death of Mary Oliver, the poet I've written about here on Blogger and in social media venues. She is on my mind today as I go through my photos of squirrels, three of which can be seen at the top of this entry.
Here's a powerful poem of hers where this creature is referenced.
So far, it has been a very cold and bleak winter. With no snow to brighten up my surroundings, it looks a bit grim in my garden. But the many reason my garden seems grim is very few birds have been visiting it because there is a Red-tailed hawk in the vicinity.
Not only have the birds visits to my place slowed down, I haven't noticed them in the courtyard trees or on the window sills of neighboring buildings which is most usual.
Therefore I was most grateful to have a Downy woodpecker come for a visit the other day, and today, a lone Mourning dove spent hours in my garden. He stayed at a distance and did not avail himself of fresh water or sunflower seeds which I put out as soon I realized he was there. He just remained very still as he puffed up for warmth huddled near my winterized containers of flora.
Mourning doves have come into my place before. Once upon a time in the month of March, a little dove came in and made himself comfortable by alighting on my jacket, as evidenced below.
I am very cautious when they enter my place and go to great efforts to see they exit without harming themselves. Btw, a Red-tailed hawk as well as woodpeckers and Morning doves are featured in my three volume book series, Words In Our Beak...
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