It’s cold and food is getting scarce. Many birds are moving restlessly around the neighborhood, feeding in groups. There are suddenly robins in abundance. Juncos too. I don’t know if any of the birds are headed south but some might become part of larger flocks that fly as far as Mexico to find more agreeable weather for the winter. They’re fun to watch but these cold days I do most of my watching through the windows. I wrote a poem about the birds this time of year for THE PURCHASE OF SMALL SECRETS, published in the 1990s’.
Bright-Eyed Good-byes Birds busily tidying up the season Shouting bright-eyed good-byes Joining choosing sides forming teams Arguing plans Debating from treetops Everyone talking at once Swirling down to the lawns like black leaves Pecking for snacks Gusting skyward Diving wheeling practicing Days of false starts Where is the leader? Who is in charge? When was the signal? I missed the vote same as always They’re gone! (c) 1998 David L Harrison, all rights reserved