wing-flutter, then cough, chirp, chime –
The pohutukawa trees along the terraces near where I live have begun to flower. The tui, having gorged themselves on the golden kōwhai, are now beginning to sip the honeyed paradise afforded by New Zealand’s Christmas tree. Tradition has it that the earlier the crimson blossoms appear, the better the summer we can anticipate.
.Swooping down she stomps
and struts, drives away sparrows –
big mother blackbird.
(29 August 2014)
Black Bird EP : Alexandre Navarro
In the dead of night,
blackbird chanting. I listen
til sleep reclaims me.
(27 August 2014)
“Blackbird” is track #19 on the album Love. It was written by Lennon, John Winston / McCartney, Paul James. Read more: Beatles – Blackbird Lyrics | MetroLyrics (includes a link to The Beatles singing “Blackbird”)
angel wings in snow
bird-like : mind floods with
The original version of this haiku, dating from a few days ago, had seventeen syllables; it felt clunky and long-winded. I like this four-five-four version better.
The lovely image is one of a group on Stephi Gardens : Casual Gardening in the Suburbs.
star window (01 October 2013)
the gospel at noon in a
city street in spring.
(01 October 2013)
This eye-catching window (photographed moments after I heard the song of the blackbird) belongs to a boutique calling itself Jetsetbohemian. “Housed in the Victoria Street shop that Swonderful once called home, Jetsetbohemian stocks designer clothing and never-been-worn vintage. The shop itself is small, but jammed with colourful and eccentric clothes, shoes and accessories …” see the Neat Places web-site (words by Grace Hall).
feeding the birds
Old man tossing bread
by the handful to the birds
– those I always feed.
Around the city I see pensioners – men in the main – with bags of bread. At bus-stops, getting on and off the buses, occupying park benches … they’re feeding the birds.
In my little garden, I am visited by blackbirds, finches, and silver-eyes, as well as by sparrows and starlings.
For an occasional treat, I sit in Civic Square with a packet of hot chips. Seagulls and sparrows are quick-eyed and quick-witted, often catching the scraps I throw to them. The pigeons don’t get much to eat from me – they’re not quick enough.
Image found on imgfave – posted by Rose By Any Other Name
The beauty of moments of synchronicity and serendipity is that they are surprising. They take you out of the high protective walls of your mind, shake you out of a comfortable mindset that deludes you into believing that life has predictable patterns that you can control and explain. (Ian Lawton)
Swiss psychologist Carl Jung talked of something that is “more than chance, and less than causality” – a meaningful coincidence.
In his recent post – Let the mystery be – Ian Lawton notes that “Birds and creatures so often seem to be agents of meaningful coincidences. The hummingbird appears at particular moments of self reflection as if to remind you to be gentle with yourself.”
After first reading that post, I ducked back to Facebook … and found the eco-designer hummingbird had been posted by one of my friends.
Wind-blown blossoms far
outnumber my breadcrumbs; the
sparrows are not fooled.
Sparrows and blackbirds
take breakfast in my courtyard.
Yesterday, new guests:
two chaffinches. And, today,
tiny, darting silver-eyes.