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Wednesday, 23 April 2008

Late Spring Snapshot

A confusion of cherry trees
has bloomed since November
while others are still in bud -
leaves slow to unfurl in the cold
late Spring. The nuthatch, a southern
bird welcomed here by recent warmth
fluffs its feathers, delays nesting.


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14 comments:

  1. birds will always know--good capture of this

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  2. It is a late spring isn't it - some migratory birds have been caught in severe weather storms here.
    We have the red-breasted nuthatch year round.
    Love that line 'A confusion of cherry trees'!

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  3. we have nuthatches all year long... but this says a lot about the nature and the confusion of seasons we've been experiencing lately...

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  4. Scot, thanks
    Janice - thanks and yes very late spring
    polona - England has nuthatches all year round, they're sometimes seen in southern Scotland but i know very little about their distribution, though we did see a couple at the weekend.

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  5. And when it's late again next year, perhaps more people will take notice??

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  6. Ah, how we ignore the signs in nature. It knows best.

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  7. it has been a weird spring indeed.. i havent even got my garden in,, and i am in northern california!!!!!

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  8. what a complete image.
    nuthatches are so cheery.

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  9. Love the confusion of cherry trees - and the birds - their voices sound like questions!

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  10. Anonymous8:40 am

    Visiting here is like taking a walk through the woodland. I love it.

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  11. I know others have said it already but "confusion of cherry trees" is such an awesome line! Love the outdoorsy feel to this poem.

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  12. Anonymous10:01 pm

    I must echo the appreciation of confusion

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  13. Love how you capture the birds. They simply deal with the confusion.

    Lovely write!

    Gemma

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  14. Anonymous5:11 pm

    A lovely poem to read on a cool spring morning in Georgia. I listened to the nuthatch call- a silver cord arced like an arrow toward me.

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