White-breasted blue-grey Nuthatches Autumn Festival

In an old Apple tree  where blossoms appear every Spring... 

a pair of Nuthatches raise their Brood in the Autumn. 

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They dance and sing until the Sun goes down...  

Sunflower seeds are their favorite food...  

Their Song is from a Poem by Edgar Allen Poe... 

Quote the Raven Nevermore...  

In Honor of the dark and mysterious... 

                        

 

Reviews

[Neville]

Nuthatches must surely rank amongst my favourite species .. they are the only bird that can walk or run up and down a tree trunk .. mind you, since I am something of a horneythologist (I shall have to stop using that one) .. I am quite partial to Ravens too & of course the dark side with which they are so oft juxtaposed .. sending a seasonal hug and a tickle on the tum with a tawny owl's velvet primary ... Neville

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Neville.. charming to know that Nuthatches walk up and down tree trunks.. like feathered Acrobats. In “grade school”
We had a large Mulberry tree that I would climb and sit and listen to the dance music that floated a bought from a Studio close by. I would eat my Fill of Mulberries and Hum along to the Music. Thanks for your Visit. gently, Pat

[andrew mitchell]

Lovely write Pat, the raven aspect reminded me of the movie Birds by Hitchcock. My favourite bird is the blackbird just love that whistle.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Andrew… there is a Song from a Broadway Play with the words… “Whistle if you need me”. Somehow I lost the CD. It is the simple things that mean the Most. I appreciate your Review. Pleasant Dreams. Pat

[Brad Dehler]

The nuthatches with the apple tree seemed so quaint at first. Then the poem turns dark. Interesting twist. Birding.... so pleasant :)

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Brad… I love and admire our Avian feathered friends. Lovely to read your Review. Be blessed and Well. Gently, Pat

[Sami Khalil]

We can learn a lot from birds. They can weather the storms, they can for miles, they can fly freely ....Poets are not far behind like Patricia Wedel.

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Sami… you are like an Autumn Chime that plays the Sunrise Songs… May your Life be long and free as Birds on Wing. gently, Pat

[Sami Khalil]

Wow! I hope so. You are welcome chimingly.

[Patricia Wedel]

Good morning Sami… It is a small World when we Dream and Hum a heavenly Hymn… Be blessed. tenderly, Pat

[Sami Khalil]

It is indeed.

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Another well painted picture of your feathered friends, Patricia. You must have quite a collection of avian visitors where you reside.

You must be the first Ornithologist poet I have come across. Your understanding and ability to identify various species and write about them is outstanding. Apple trees are a wonderful place to raise a brood, indeed.

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Doodley… you are a Scholar and a Gentleman… I feel like a Special Spectator as I observe the many Burds from my Kitchen Window… the perfect View as they Peck and eat the sorted Sunflower Seeds along with a variety of smaller seeds for the smaller winged feathered friends. I admire their Courage to survive the Weather. Thanks for dropping by. tenderly, Pat

[Betty Hermelee]

I love apple trees, and to nest in one must be heavenly...they eat well, and sing form an Edgar Allen Poe poem....hmmm a bit haunting...but beautiful write as always.
Best, B

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Betty… my apologies for being so late… ❤️ love your Haunting review… with a touch of Edgar Allen Poe. I trust you are enjoying the Autumn .. quickly becoming Chilly and find us by a Warm fire .. with Apple Pie baking. May your Thanksgiving be a Blessing. By the way.., in our former home we planted two dwarf Apple trees… of two different species in order to
Pollinate each other. In the Spring the Apple blossoms were so soft and Pink. Reminded me of the 🎶 Song .. “Don’t sit under the Apple Tree with anyone else, but Me”. tenderly, Pat

[Betty Hermelee]

Take a picture when they bloom! And of course you're very welcome Pat!
Happy Thanksgiving!read moreTake a picture when they bloom! And of course you're very welcome Pat!
Happy Thanksgiving!
Best, B

[Lisasview]

Oh how I loved reading this one of yours and read and reread it several times... I felt I was actually there.
It has been awhile since I have been on the Cafe... My life got extremely busy but I promised myself a couple of hours to get back into reading and writing...so here I am.
Lisa, still in Spain

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Lisa.. 💗 lovely to read your words. The Woodwinds rustle through the Trees while Chimes play softly. Many blessings. gently, Pat

[Lisasview]

Your responses are always like poems themselves..
Thrilled as always to read and read...
read moreYour responses are always like poems themselves..
Thrilled as always to read and read...
Lisa

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Lisa in Spain.. we have had so much Rain… and now Winter is settling in… the Burds are looking for seed and I feed them and take in their Beauty. Suddenly blue and black Bluejays appear and Red Cardinals with their mates and almost grown fledglings in our Feeders outside the large kitchen window. The smaller birds that resemble Chickadees have plenty of smaller seeds and always there are oiled Sunfliwer seeds for the Cardinals and Bluejays.

[Lisasview]

I definetly miss seeing birds here... We always fed them in Texas, where we lived for 10 years... I loved seeing all the different ones. I alcually saw some very different ones as they headed south for the winter... It was such a delight!!
Lisa

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Lisa… so happy you saw Birds in Spain recently. Living in Texas for ten years must have been an unforgettable experience. I can imagine that Spain is Lovely. Peace and Goodwill… my Friend.. tenderly, Pat

[Lisasview]

I remember seein a painted bunting in Texas once
That was amazing!!

[Patricia Wedel]

Yes… Lisa… a Painted Bunting is Gorgeous. Sometimes.. I love ❤️ to dress like a Painted Bunting … and fly away. gently, Pat

[Lisasview]

Woke up to a gorgeous sunrise... Spain has incredible sunrises..
In my kitchen, having a cup of cappuccino, talking with Bob and watching the colors of the sunrise disappear...

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Lisa.. for almost five years now we live in a two-story Rambler where the Bedrooms have a Panoramic View of the Sky even at Night. In the Morning .. we often see the most Gorgeous Sunrise…
Apricot with a touch of lavender. Be blessed as the day will rest at Sunset with Bright shades of Orange that slowly sink beyond the Horizon. gently, Pat

[DIVYA]

A haven is that Apple Tree. A home filled with warmth and security and from where generations of beautiful birds find their wings. And yet, their Song from a Poem by Edgar Allen Poe... portend the dangers, the predators, lurking outside their home, their solace. A poem of such a breathtaking picture painted of Nature, in both its benevolence and its perils. Kudos to you, dear Pat!
❤

[Patricia Wedel]

DIVYA dear... you make life seem elegant with your generous reviews. softly, Pat

[DIVYA]

Its a joy to share poetry...Wishing you a happy day, dear friend.

[Dave Brown]

The Raven, my second favorite bird, (nothing matches the Swallows)
We are overrun with squirrels and Ravens
Have finally just given up on a squirrel solution and now let nature do its thing
They keep the owls fed and give my Maltese a sense of chase-a-thong superiority.

on another note, my spelling/typing is so bad that too often, my spell checker has no idea what the hell I am trying to express.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Dave… you must be a Bird lover at heart 💜 I was worried for awhile here in Virginia, and now the Birds are appearing again. The Doves are lovely. Thanks for stopping by. Enjoy Autumn and keep warm. tenderly, Pat

[Patricia Wedel]

Also Dave… please explain how “they” keep the Owls fed… what do the Owls eat? I know Nature has it’s own Culinary Art. (Do the Owls eat Squirrel?). Lovely Indian Summer here with Sunshine .. but chilly. Gently, Pat

[Dave Brown]

yes, we live on the edge of the deep forest and bird lovers, tree huggers, we are.
I could get rid of the squirrels myself (kill) but can't bring myself to discombobulate the little things, so We let the Owls do it for us.
For a hungry Owl, nothing tastes as good as a pudgy, well fed crop of Squirrels
light snow here but extended sunshine forecast
Have a jolly day

[Patricia Wedel]

Thanks Dave… I had a pet Skunk as a child in grade school. It had been de-scented by a Vet. I walked “Stinky” with a Leash and neighbors were amazed and skeptical. Eventually the Washington National Zoo accepted my Skunk to be with their Skunks fotr Visitors to View… they had nourishing food and a somewhat natural habitat. We may have a Storm in the Brew in a few days. Gently, Pat

[Dave Brown]

Sounds cute----keep your head down!!!

[Lorry]

Their brood may well be the change that we seek, as they learn to brighten our lives, little by little, generation by generation and put their old and set in their way parents to shame. Maybe even evolve a bit of brightness and colour.

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Lorry… the sunrise and sunset color our days with the warmth of apricot and lavender shades of Serendipity… hugs, Pat