It has been fun to see the change in bird life. Migration is on. The changing weather has been all over the charts - snow and ice, sunny and warm. In the middle of all of this, the birds have started to come in. I have seen the arrival of hundreds of Mountain Bluebirds and American Robins. The brilliant blues are in stark contrast with the foggy days. Many Western Meadowlarks have come into the area. Some have been here during the winter, but now are seen in mass singing throughout the day. My first sighting of Brewer's Blackbirds was yesterday.
Notable exits are the majority of the Rough-Legged Hawks and many of the Ferruginous Hawks. The last of the Snow Geese are moving north, leaving the Arkansas River area. I hope to soon be hearing the calls of other birds as they make their entrance - Sandhill Cranes, Mountain Plovers, Burrowing Owls. Then, the songs of birds will fill my early mornings. I can't wait for them.
Mountain Bluebirds in a Spring Christmas Tree
The dull overcast day, plain and uninspiring.
The sameness spread across fields of gray
with fog that hadn’t lifted.
Heavy frost coated everything.
Yet even in a dark closet,
one can find a treasure –
The pine tree flocked with ice
delicately decorating each needle,
stood near the abandoned house,
alone and apart.
Twinkling in its branches,
hundreds of blue lights
moved in and out,
tinkling like bells.
Standing out against the
they came and went.
A Victorian tree, simple and refined,
adorned with birds of vivid blue.