And as for questions of 'ego' and 'blather,' I cannot know what battle this hints at, but tell you that a kindness offered as you have here is quite a wonderful thing to receive and encourage you to offer the child in you that doubts and questions every benefit of the doubt that you offer another... Life is difficult and despite that you feed your kindness.
Thank you David… i am a minimalist with my written words, most of the time.
The ego and blathering was directed at some long comments I read, that seem to be making it about themselves, not of the author’s piece. It is a judgement, I confess.
My goodness , David! Not just one, but three mommas and nests ?
You found holy ground on the most perfect day. And someday, when I am the traveler, down an unexplored path, moving ever so slowly, and blind intuition tells me I have just stepped foot on the same sacred ground, or sense “a feathered poem” , I will always remember you taught me to “tarry”. And the importance of being the turtle , not the hare. Thank you, thank you ,for your own blind intuition and hearing the whispered call. I noticed she is lifting a foot, waving , in the universal language of greetings.
And yes, three very different hummingbird mommas and their nests, right now. I have been pinching myself... and trying to listen to the universe extra carefully, because so often, there's the thing, and then there's the thing behind the thing. I'm here for both...
You capture these exquisitely intimate moments - a tiny relieving of an itch, a loving look when nourishing babes - almost as if they are sense you were born with, as if you have no need to think about the where or the how you simply just know... and then, as if this visual heaven is simply not quite enough you call them winged poems. Kudos dear David... with love to you and for all you share.
Dear Susie, were I sitting across a table or just to the left of you on some fallen log I think I would only be able to smile my reply to your gentle, generous note. Words might not make it past the trembling and hush.
GASP!!!!!! I find myself with less and less to say every time you share. Just stunned, reverent silence. Crouching beside you. Bowing (and is it possible to bow both towards the sky and your feet? Surely I try.)
Hello my friend... Your note, once again is a gift, accepted most gratefully. Relished.
As one who too tries to show up in notes and replies, though arguably to less generous effect, I understand, I think, something of this "I find myself with less and less to say every time you share..." phenomenon.
It's an investment, thought and time, to offer such kindnesses and attention, and sometimes, at least I, wonder what I can say that I haven't already said a dozen times before. Wish there was a way, here, to let someone know that their arrow found its mark, once again in a way that had the proper weight without the complexities of finding and stringing together the words... though perhaps that is what makes the gift of another's thoughtful chosen words so weighty and valuable.
I thank you with an immense smile for "GASP!!!!!!!
Just amazing, the intimacy of these photos and the experiences! Thanks so much for sharing these moments.
Such an encouraging note, Lewis. Thank you.
Gorgeous. I wish everyone would have this reverence for nature and the unseen wonders all around them.
You really are a bird-whisperer David!
I’m so glad you get these personal connections.
Amazing x3, no! four…✨
It is extraordinary, David
I could go on for sentences about all the
beauty and intricacies of yours words
and photos.
But the bottom line is simply this:
EXTRAORDINARY
so why must my ego blather on otherwise?
extraordinary, and I thank you
You are very kind, Alix. Thank you.
And as for questions of 'ego' and 'blather,' I cannot know what battle this hints at, but tell you that a kindness offered as you have here is quite a wonderful thing to receive and encourage you to offer the child in you that doubts and questions every benefit of the doubt that you offer another... Life is difficult and despite that you feed your kindness.
Pretty wonderful!
Thank you David… i am a minimalist with my written words, most of the time.
The ego and blathering was directed at some long comments I read, that seem to be making it about themselves, not of the author’s piece. It is a judgement, I confess.
Rare insight.
I'm grateful for your integrity and clarity.
I wrestle the same demons at times...
I love this revery💫
Thank you, friend.
And by trust I mean staying back and quietly and in stillness, and never intruding upon our fellow wildlife travelers in life.
My goodness , David! Not just one, but three mommas and nests ?
You found holy ground on the most perfect day. And someday, when I am the traveler, down an unexplored path, moving ever so slowly, and blind intuition tells me I have just stepped foot on the same sacred ground, or sense “a feathered poem” , I will always remember you taught me to “tarry”. And the importance of being the turtle , not the hare. Thank you, thank you ,for your own blind intuition and hearing the whispered call. I noticed she is lifting a foot, waving , in the universal language of greetings.
How wonderful, your note, Lor.
How wonderful to have such a generous friend.
And yes, three very different hummingbird mommas and their nests, right now. I have been pinching myself... and trying to listen to the universe extra carefully, because so often, there's the thing, and then there's the thing behind the thing. I'm here for both...
Holy ground, indeed.
You capture these exquisitely intimate moments - a tiny relieving of an itch, a loving look when nourishing babes - almost as if they are sense you were born with, as if you have no need to think about the where or the how you simply just know... and then, as if this visual heaven is simply not quite enough you call them winged poems. Kudos dear David... with love to you and for all you share.
Dear Susie, were I sitting across a table or just to the left of you on some fallen log I think I would only be able to smile my reply to your gentle, generous note. Words might not make it past the trembling and hush.
Thank you my friend.
Thanks so much for sharing your glorious photos.
You are, of course, most welcome, Wendy.
Beautiful
GASP!!!!!! I find myself with less and less to say every time you share. Just stunned, reverent silence. Crouching beside you. Bowing (and is it possible to bow both towards the sky and your feet? Surely I try.)
Hello my friend... Your note, once again is a gift, accepted most gratefully. Relished.
As one who too tries to show up in notes and replies, though arguably to less generous effect, I understand, I think, something of this "I find myself with less and less to say every time you share..." phenomenon.
It's an investment, thought and time, to offer such kindnesses and attention, and sometimes, at least I, wonder what I can say that I haven't already said a dozen times before. Wish there was a way, here, to let someone know that their arrow found its mark, once again in a way that had the proper weight without the complexities of finding and stringing together the words... though perhaps that is what makes the gift of another's thoughtful chosen words so weighty and valuable.
I thank you with an immense smile for "GASP!!!!!!!
Magical. Thank you.
Beautiful, beyond words it almost hurts, thank you
Thank you, xena.
Oh do tarry a while … what a delightful word not so often used. Wishing each of the Mommas safety and happy hatching. 🙏💫
What a lovely blessing, Jann. From your lips to angel's ears.