I have a great appreciation for the beauty of birds. They teach us to depend on nature, to live in the present moment, to enjoy the freedom we are given, to fly in a manner of speaking. Today, I’ll simply share a few photos taken by my husband.
If you feed them, they will come.
(Copyright: David Slotto 2014. Kindly request permission to use them.)
Thank you for the lovely pictures. I put food out but they don’t come here. At the old house we had a huge population of birds taking the food, despite the many cats around. Birds are one of life’s great pleasures.
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So many pretty species. I saw a quail for the first time in person when I visited my Aunt in Oregon this past summer.
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There’s an emptiness in winter that is suddenly filled with a flicker of flight and a snatch of song. I’m noticing birds now; the void is lifting!
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David’s photography is exquisite. I tried to feed the birds in my yard like I have done everywhere else I have lived, but developed an overpopulation of pigeons–more than I or my neighbors could support. Fortunately, my writing nook looks into the tree tops, and my little yard is a stopover to more fruitful pastures. I always think of Hamlet in Act V, scene 2:
HORATIO
If your mind dislike anything, obey it. I will forestall their repair hither and say you are not fit.
HAMLET
Not a whit. We defy augury. There’s a special providence in the fall of a sparrow. If it be now, ’tis not to come. If it be not to come, it will be now. If it be not now, yet it will come—the readiness is all. Since no man of aught he leaves knows, what is ’t to leave betimes? Let be.
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ah some beautiful birds there…they are resilient…finding their food…provided for…of course my mind always goes to scripture when i think of the birds….
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