In the backyard, this young squirrel would seem ho-hum daily fare. But in the woods, I felt as if I'd discovered the essence of squirreldom (Independence Oaks, near Clarkston, Michigan).
Ditto the Tree Swallow pair; a purist might be put off by their being coaxed, trained, hoodwinked by that box. Not me. Except for cages, a nice bird is a nice bird.
"O sweet spontaneous" is one of the cummings poems I fell for in college, and I still like it. It's the best of both worlds; I don't have to admit to being a completely mindless sap in youth or a jaded, dessicated academic in the 21st century, too learned for such hormonal advocacy of the irrational.
O sweet spontaneous - A poem by e.e. cummings - American Poems
May 5, 2011
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Love this one in the way it leads you up to SPRING. The high order language, the feeling of a cathedral out there... and then realizing it, the cathedral, is spring.
Wow, nice photos, too!
Montana, amazing bird photos at your place. I encourage others to take a look.
Brenda, sheer pantheism, that cummings boy! But I shouldn't make light of it--what better cathedral?
Oh, good old e.e. For all his whimsey, he can cut to the chase.
AH, maybe that's why I keep coming back to him.
And in this poem, I'm paying more attention to the word "spontaneous" as the contrast to operations that seem brainier, like philosophy and religion (and "the academy").
And then there is the alliteration: "prurient philosophies pinched
and poked"...
Coming early enough in the poem to make me wonder if this was going to be a joke on us.
B, but it ends up as a joke on them, the pokers, the invaders, don't you think?
This poem reminds me that Spring is a conflicted season down our way but still, it always arrives and we're so very relieved.
Did you hear that there's a bill to eliminate the EPA?
Mother's day has me running in and out with an eye on a backyard nest. Silly birds built it on a flimsy vine tucked between the eves of my patio overhang. One baby is lying dead having avoided "flying the coop" in favor of "the big splat." Fate can be a mighty cruel poke, if you ask me.
Sarah, thanks.
PA, no argument here. Also, I know why humans came up with "bird brain." But I find they're still a big lift, and it goes way beyond rationality.
what is that critter in top frame?
Paula, I think I did hear about the EPA. Well, we didn't need that environment anyway. It wasn't paying for itself. It was a charity case, a hardcore freeloader. (Hope everyone hears my tongue in my cheek).
Ken, a young squirrel, as far as I know--like your guy on city cement? City squirrel and country squirrel?
Ken, as far as I know, it's "just" a young squirrel--in a somewhat natural setting rather than urban cement.
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