Very nice Teresa. I wonder if they were red-wing blackbirds? The red-wing blackbird has a very different "voice" than a regular blackbird. We had two lakes close to where I grew up. One 2 miles south and one 5 miles north. As I recall only the lake to the north attracted the red-wing blackbird. Odd I think.
I have red-winged blackbirds at my feeder regularly and they do have a very distinctive call. Perhaps their feeding habits attracted them to one over the other or just plain old habit. There's a marshy area near the river (the Pine River) where I live and another area down the road where there was once a homestead and a new marsh has formed. They fly in and out all day. It's a regular stop on my walks with Buddy. It's where this poem was born... :)
Another beautiful marriage of words and image! I love the colors in this photo and the sparkling raindrops.
ReplyDeleteI fell in love with that image and knew it would accompany the poem as soon as I saw it. Thanks so much, Jill. It's always nice to see you....
DeleteVery nice Teresa. I wonder if they were red-wing blackbirds? The red-wing blackbird has a very different "voice" than a regular blackbird. We had two lakes close to where I grew up. One 2 miles south and one 5 miles north. As I recall only the lake to the north attracted the red-wing blackbird. Odd I think.
ReplyDeleteI have red-winged blackbirds at my feeder regularly and they do have a very distinctive call. Perhaps their feeding habits attracted them to one over the other or just plain old habit. There's a marshy area near the river (the Pine River) where I live and another area down the road where there was once a homestead and a new marsh has formed. They fly in and out all day. It's a regular stop on my walks with Buddy. It's where this poem was born... :)
DeleteThe photo brings joy to the poem.
ReplyDeleteOh, good. I like the idea of an old homestead becoming a marsh, which is exactly what has happened just down the road from me.
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