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| Only kidding. It's so cold and rainy outside that I spent most of it sitting in a comfortable chair playing games and some of it creating imaginary birds with Photoshop from my archive of bird images. Click to enlarge. |
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| Here's another. I call it a green-belted hawk. |
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| How about a pink-winged mockingbird? |
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| Or a blue-breasted robin. Had enough? Here's a bird poem instead. |
A Bird Came Down the Walk
by Emily Dikinson
A bird came down the walk:
He did not know I saw;
He bit an angle-worm in halves
And ate the fellow, raw.
And then he drank a dew
From a convenient grass,
And then hopped sidewise to the wall
To let a beetle pass.
He glanced with rapid eyes
That hurried all abroad,-
They looked like frightened beads, I thought;
He stirred his velvet head
Like one in danger; cautious,
I offered him a crumb,
And he unrolled his feathers
And rowed him softer home
Than oars divide the ocean,
Too silver for a seam,
Or butterflies, off banks of noon,
Leap, splashless, as they swim.
And this is what the birds above really look like:
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| European Starling -- Sturnus vulgaris |
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| Red-tailed hawk -- Buteo jamaicensis |
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| Northern Mockingbird -- Mimus polyglottos |
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| American Robin -- Turdus migratorius |
