|View of city geese last summer. We're all still waiting for the trail to re-open.|
By Janet Sobczyk, 2019
I’m a lousy bird watcher
can’t claim to know much about them
seldom use binoculars
don’t keep a record of birds seen in my lifetime
can’t tell a bird by its call
but their sounds and movements fascinate me.
At our old home I placed a feeder in a pine tree
nestled between boughs next to a window
sparrows gathered, flitting branch to branch
waiting turns impatiently
scared off by a loud jay or acrobatic squirrel
New home, same feeders, placed in an ash tree
attract different entertainers
black and white woodpeckers with red caps
pink-breasted tiny blue birds I can’t identify
and squirrels I’ve named.
Another new delight… geese!
Not attracted to the feeders
but residents of this part of town
their squawks distinctive
capture my attention through closed windows
a wonderful sound.
Early in the morning they make a v-line
rising from roosting grounds
to stretch wings, find food, socialize
as humans head off to work
geese begin the day
heading south over my house.
At day’s end they commute home
pass my way again heading north
could set my watch by them
pause to listen, watch
it’s pleasant living under a flight path.
See the February issue of Your Country Neighbor that this poem appears in.