nuthatch poem

 

Nuthatch

Quick,at the feeder,pausing

upside down,in its beak

a sunfower seed held tight

to glance by chestnut,dust blue,

white, an eye-streak

Gone in a blurred ripple

straight to the cedar branch

to the trunk to a crevice

in bark and putting it

in there, quick,with the others,

Then arrowing straight back

for just one more all morning.

-David Wagoner

This poet is an observer of the nuthatch, for sure.

Their curious behavior of grabbing a seed and stashing it is amusing to watch

Do they ever eat half of them?

Nature is funny that way..others do the work sometimes

But I'm certain it's all in the great plan of order

Today I delighted in watching a nuthatch

and thought of this poem...so well described

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