Thanks for asking, Scott. Here’s “Woodpecker”:
A downy woodpecker/ gleans the calf-bone/ of a deer. The hungry/ winter bird swings/ its head repeatedly–/ a circus clown juggling/ for the crowd, a stranger/ glancing to field or grove/ for possible dangers/ swirling from the snow,/ a striped survivor/ picking shreds of meat/ from whitening bone.
(wfranklin)
I love it, Walt, especially how you evince the cold hard clarity of the season and the brutal lissome vigilance demanded by the elements … “possible dangers / swirling from the snow” … ‘shadow changes into bone.’
OOO I saw one of those once here and I wondered where it came from. I’d never seen it before and I haven’t seen one since. I am so glad to see you post. I check here everyday, as you are on my daily blogroll list. I have worried that you were not okay. I am glad to see you! The thick fallen snow is beautiful too!
Thanks for sharing and reminding us about this tough little bird that’s always a pleasure to encounter here in wintertime. Reminds me, too, of one of my first poems, written long ago, starting… A downy woodpecker/ Gleans the calf-bone of a deer/ Swinging its head repeatedly….
January 7, 2014 at 9:32 am
Nice Shot!
(Happy New Year!)
January 8, 2014 at 1:02 pm
Thanks, Jen (same to you!).
January 5, 2014 at 8:08 am
It looks like you’ve had quite a bit of snow there, as we have here. Nice shot!
January 5, 2014 at 10:29 am
Yes, a welcome, quieting cover of about 6-8 inches along Little Crum Creek. Thanks, Allen.
January 4, 2014 at 10:21 pm
Those are the sweetest little woodpeckers.
January 5, 2014 at 10:14 am
I’m grateful the downy’s one of our regulars.
January 4, 2014 at 3:44 pm
Lovely shot, Scott!
January 5, 2014 at 10:13 am
Thanks, Donna. Suits a lovely bird.
January 4, 2014 at 10:47 am
Glad to see you are able to get out and about this winter. Thanks for sharing-enjoy the season and happy 2014.
January 5, 2014 at 10:12 am
Yes, the snow is irresistible, and I’m always glad to hear from you. Happy new year.
January 4, 2014 at 10:29 am
Thanks for asking, Scott. Here’s “Woodpecker”:
A downy woodpecker/ gleans the calf-bone/ of a deer. The hungry/ winter bird swings/ its head repeatedly–/ a circus clown juggling/ for the crowd, a stranger/ glancing to field or grove/ for possible dangers/ swirling from the snow,/ a striped survivor/ picking shreds of meat/ from whitening bone.
(wfranklin)
January 4, 2014 at 11:43 am
I love it, Walt, especially how you evince the cold hard clarity of the season and the brutal lissome vigilance demanded by the elements … “possible dangers / swirling from the snow” … ‘shadow changes into bone.’
January 4, 2014 at 9:57 am
OOO I saw one of those once here and I wondered where it came from. I’d never seen it before and I haven’t seen one since. I am so glad to see you post. I check here everyday, as you are on my daily blogroll list. I have worried that you were not okay. I am glad to see you! The thick fallen snow is beautiful too!
January 4, 2014 at 11:18 am
Thanks for checking Elisa. All is okay. Little Crum Creek abides, and so do I! Will try to post more regular missives of this mission to witness life.
January 4, 2014 at 9:47 am
Thanks for sharing and reminding us about this tough little bird that’s always a pleasure to encounter here in wintertime. Reminds me, too, of one of my first poems, written long ago, starting… A downy woodpecker/ Gleans the calf-bone of a deer/ Swinging its head repeatedly….
January 4, 2014 at 9:59 am
Would love to read the rest, if you’ll share …