…there was a lonely swan.
Every bird this morning filled me with a little light.
Cormorant is an ancient bird with a unique and quirky natural history and many secrets to tell.
  Birds will show you secrets from another world– fresh vision that, though it is avian, can accompany you home and alter your life.

“There are things you can’t reach. But
You can reach out to them, and all day long.

The wind, the bird flying away. The idea of god.

And it can keep you busy as anything else, and happier.

I look; morning to night I am never done with looking.

Looking I mean not just standing around, but standing around
As though with your arms open.”

― Mary Oliver

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I often think of Mary Oliver’s poems when I head to the woods. Her work is inspired by nature, rather than the human world, stemming from her lifelong passion for solitary walks in the wild.

My feathered friends early this morning
Perfect landings are the best
Chasing rainbows…
It’s all about the attitude

“Ordinarily, I go to the woods alone, with not a single
friend, for they are all smilers and talkers and therefore

I don’t really want to be witnessed talking to the catbirds
or hugging the old black oak tree. I have my way of
praying, as you no doubt have yours.

Besides, when I am alone I can become invisible. I can sit
on the top of a dune as motionless as an uprise of weeds,
until the foxes run by unconcerned. I can hear the almost
unbearable sound of the roses singing.

If you have ever gone to the woods with me, I must love
you very much.”
― Mary Oliver,

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Just before sunset birds are settling down for the night doing their final grooming and parent birds are rushing to get their babies home. I spotted a lovely family of quail tonight doing just that..

Heading home…

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Guarding the family…

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Fuzzy baby quail..

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“How strange that nature does not knock, and yet does not intrude!”.. Emily Dickinson


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There’s hardly a day that goes by that I don’t have a significant encounter with a bird of some species. When nature and synchronicity come into play I always pay attention. Whether it means sketching, photographing or simply stopping and taking a deep breath to admire what I see I deeply value the experience.

A beautiful ballet by the sea tonight..

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Perfect form!

lovely form1-1

Social distancing is down pat!

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Beautiful landings.

Beautiful landings

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“For a time I rest in the grace of the world, and am free”…Wendell Berry


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The magic always begins slowly.. I stop and listen to the chorus of birds just before dusk, their last call to each other before the sun goes down. The perfume of wild mint and dill float in the air and it feels almost mystical. I walk here almost daily finding more than I came looking for, every time…


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Sweet notes!

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Sing it!

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Loved his white tail! 

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This cat was personable! I don’t think it was feral, he followed me around on the trail and it seemed like he wanted to come home with me. Purrrfect! 

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“I caught a glimpse of happiness, and saw it was a bird on a branch, fixing to take wing”….Richard Peck

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Taking a walk along the ocean this morning and it was thrilling to watch this Osprey diving for its breakfast. I am always amazed how powerful their dives are plunging themselves into the water and always coming up with a fish! I feel so free watching these magnificent birds…

I love Mary Oliver’s words and describes perfectly what I felt this morning while watching them… If you suddenly and unexpectedly feel joy, don’t hesitate. Give in to it…

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here comes breakfast1-1

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I want to think again of dangerous and noble things.
I want to be light and frolicsome.
I want to be improbable, beautiful and afraid of nothing,
as though I had wings.”..Mary Oliver

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Last night I dreamt of swallows

a flock of them trying to get in

by the window.


They were blue and black.

Spiritually they represent a

new life and good luck.

Freud believed a swallow

was connected to our

inner feelings.

Desiring freedom.


My feelings while

looking at them in

dream sleep.

Joy ..happiness..peace ..loving.


The very idea of a bird is a symbol and a suggestion to the poet. A bird seems to be at the top of the scale, so vehement and intense is his life, large-brained, large-lunged, hot, ecstatic, his frame charged with buoyancy and his heart with song.”
Naturalist John Burroughs

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time to feed the kids1-1

After the rain

the Blackbird chicks

cry for food.

They know it’s coming

but still keep

their chorus up.

Soon they will fly

out of the nest

baby wings into the sky.

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“Sometimes I need only to stand wherever I am to be blessed”…Mary Oliver

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It’s been a different Spring for all of us and many restrictions in place. Nature has been my solace and I would love to share some of the wing shots I have taken over the past few months. Take care and stay safe everyone.


I stared up 

at the sky

feeling tied to 

the ground.

I wish I could fly

with wings widespread

playing my own music 

in deep blue skies.

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most magnificent

the life of a bee-1where are my wings

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Birds of Spring

bright melodies

in golden light

and budding trees.a beautiful song-1

I’ve got a song to sing..

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Oh where shall I place my nest…

Robin and springtime-1

I sing to you each morning..

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“Spring work is going on with joyful enthusiasm.” John Muir

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