I love these beautiful, shy birds. And I like your thought of staying open to a little bird’s magic…it keeps your heart open to experience more magic in your day!
In Oregon, it’s the Western Meadowlark, and we have many at our patio feeder. As I observe their behaviors, they seem noticeably more amenable to my presence, less inclined to dart when we approach than the other songbirds who feed there. Fascinating to study their personalities and behaviors.
Is there any more innocently cheerful song than a meadowlark’s. Wouldn’t have guessed that they’d come to a feeder, so that enlarges my understanding of them. Like you, watching deliberately and carefully is the very finest sort of learning. Thanks for the sweet note, Linda.
Good grief! I used to live in the Evergreen state and did not know this beauty was the state bird. So, thanks for that trivia and especially for the images and your thoughts.
How simply wonderful! your text fits perfectly with this stunning photo; it truly is just like a painted still life; the colours and the description made my imagination take flight as though I was with you at this moment!
Dear Anthony, thank you for your kind greetings from Hamburg and for such a generous note. I am so pleased that this little story found you, your receptive eyes and appreciative soul. May something utterly unexpected find you and delight you today. Namasté
David, your writing, as always fills my auditory, tactile, and visual senses to overflowing. The American Goldfinch is also the state bird in NJ, where I grew up. Those “impossibly blue chickory blooms” have been on my radar since we learned in Boy Scouts that their roots could be roasted and ground for a coffee type beverage. I don’t remember how that turned out. In the past decade or so, my focus has been on that amazing blue color of that very simple but delicate flower. They are on my list to draw or paint one of these days. They’d also be a fitting subject for a poem or haiku. When I see them proliferating along the roadway, like a weed, I am tempted to dig some up and plant them in our gardens. I wonder if they’d flourish or wither when tended to.
Gary, can you possibly know just how wonderful it is to read such a generous note?
I've roasted chicory roots and made chicory coffee. It wasn't bad, but I like it better as a flavor note mixed in with actual coffee. New Orleans is famous for this approach.
I don't think chicory would be hard to grow in your garden, it seems to find its way into all sorts of places without much help. Like you I am a bit haunted by that intense, gorgeous color and the way the blooms open with the day and fade in the afternoon. Your notes are always a gift. Thank you, once again.
Wow. I just discovered you - or you, me. Pretty hefty praise going on in the comments!
You are there to witness...
You pause and you notice.
You capture magic with your camera.
And then you write evocatively.
That's what makes these posts of yours so special.
I love these beautiful, shy birds. And I like your thought of staying open to a little bird’s magic…it keeps your heart open to experience more magic in your day!
I love the way you think, my friend.
"…it keeps your heart open to experience more magic in your day!"
Amen!
Sometimes nature agrees to facilitate art!
I am reanimated with wonder each time.
Thanks for weighing in here, John.
In Oregon, it’s the Western Meadowlark, and we have many at our patio feeder. As I observe their behaviors, they seem noticeably more amenable to my presence, less inclined to dart when we approach than the other songbirds who feed there. Fascinating to study their personalities and behaviors.
Is there any more innocently cheerful song than a meadowlark’s. Wouldn’t have guessed that they’d come to a feeder, so that enlarges my understanding of them. Like you, watching deliberately and carefully is the very finest sort of learning. Thanks for the sweet note, Linda.
Good grief! I used to live in the Evergreen state and did not know this beauty was the state bird. So, thanks for that trivia and especially for the images and your thoughts.
You are most welcome, Tim. Thanks for the kind note.
Visual magic indeed, captured beautifully 💜💛🩵
Thank you Emily.
"Some say you don't get what you don't ask for. My experience tells me that sometimes you do, actually" How lucky for us that you did David!
'Goldfinch in Chicory' I can see this title hung below a painting by a great master, on a wall in a museum.. stunning!
Thank you, Susie for such generous envisioning.
<ah! you are the bird whisperer ! lovely photo 's
Thank you, Poetry.
How simply wonderful! your text fits perfectly with this stunning photo; it truly is just like a painted still life; the colours and the description made my imagination take flight as though I was with you at this moment!
In German, they would say, ‘Ich bin begeistert.’
Which means, I am thrilled or enchanted.
Greetings from Hamburg 🙏
your Anthony
Dear Anthony, thank you for your kind greetings from Hamburg and for such a generous note. I am so pleased that this little story found you, your receptive eyes and appreciative soul. May something utterly unexpected find you and delight you today. Namasté
David, your writing, as always fills my auditory, tactile, and visual senses to overflowing. The American Goldfinch is also the state bird in NJ, where I grew up. Those “impossibly blue chickory blooms” have been on my radar since we learned in Boy Scouts that their roots could be roasted and ground for a coffee type beverage. I don’t remember how that turned out. In the past decade or so, my focus has been on that amazing blue color of that very simple but delicate flower. They are on my list to draw or paint one of these days. They’d also be a fitting subject for a poem or haiku. When I see them proliferating along the roadway, like a weed, I am tempted to dig some up and plant them in our gardens. I wonder if they’d flourish or wither when tended to.
Thank you for sharing!
Gary, can you possibly know just how wonderful it is to read such a generous note?
I've roasted chicory roots and made chicory coffee. It wasn't bad, but I like it better as a flavor note mixed in with actual coffee. New Orleans is famous for this approach.
I don't think chicory would be hard to grow in your garden, it seems to find its way into all sorts of places without much help. Like you I am a bit haunted by that intense, gorgeous color and the way the blooms open with the day and fade in the afternoon. Your notes are always a gift. Thank you, once again.
I like the idea of “waiting for something magical to happen, just in case.”
Now that is magical!
Smiling.
Thank you.
I agree, yes
asking receives
experienced same with a hummingbird this morn
and just yesterday a monarch butterfly that I asked it to land on the flower it was kissing with its wings
i got a photo with my not so good old phone camera…
but what a gift for an eye memory
extraordinary photos David…
"yes, asking receives..."
Thank you Alix
Just stunning.
It's all Gift. 💛
Sending a smile is quite enough for me.