Hello, my Friend! Hello today!
I hope you are in a good way!
No matter rain, no matter shine,
I always hope your day is fine!
I love to watch the birds each day!
I love to watch in every way!
But sometimes, though, I must hide “more,”
‘Cause they might see me as they soar!
So, if I’m in a flower bed,
Sometimes I need to hide my head!
But mostly I can eas’ly see
The birds and they do not see me!
I love to watch them as they fly!
So often they are up so high!
They soar right up into the blue,
They get so close to the clouds, too!
Sometimes they’re hidin’ in a tree,
And I get that…that could be me!
Sometimes, too, they’re close to the ground,
And mostly they just walk around!
Then there are those that love to swim,
Sometimes a her…sometimes a him!
And what’s most fun is when there “be,”
A whole darn swimmin’ bird Fam’ly!
Sometimes a bird will be alone,
And sometimes a great flock is shown!
I love to see how a bird drinks!
It’s fun to guess what a bird thinks!
Me watchin’ I don’t think bird likes…
A “look” bird gives, makes me think, “Yikes!”
But that’s not always the bird’s way;
That doesn’t happen ev’ry day.
They often just don’t seem to mind,
If they are there, and, them, we find!
I love to see how a bird eats…
I wonder at their choice of treats!
A squiggly crab or yucky worm,
That makes me want to shake and squirm!
‘Tis nice to see a heron fly…
Graceful…not always flying high!
Sometimes can’t see so very well,
Crane from a heron…hard to tell…
But smooth and long a crane does fly,
Not like the heron’s wings so high.
Some say, not likely a crane, though
Because, in Ireland, long ago,
Was when they lived so easily,
But now, not much…unhappily.
And in the warmer summer days,
When it’s so warm, and there’s a haze,
It just feels good to think how cool
Nice water splashes…bird’s no fool!
The cool stream water’s just the place,
Where any bird can wash its face!
I saw a robin just today,
Just splashing in a great fun way!
With water here and water there,
Of course, there’s water everywhere!
From beak to leg, how nice a treat!
It must feel good on those bird feet!
I’ll have to tell you more sometime,
But just for now this ends my rhyme!
Mum saved for me some apple bake,
I’ve got to go, for goodness sake!
I am so glad we talked today!
God bless you is what I do say!
Note from Nannie!
I found a website, http://www.irishbirding.com, which seems like a wonderful resource for bird news, photographs, and articles of interest to Irish “birders”. Perhaps the name of this Finney story-poem should have been “Birdin’!”
If you go to the Footnote link, you will find a question about this story for younger readers!
My Dad (born and raised in Cobh, Co. Cork) loved having the birds close. They would come right to him and sit in his hand and eat! I have this picture of him from so long ago…Dad passed on in 1995, God rest him. I miss him (1904-1995) and me Mum, Annie (1910-1991)! God rest them!
God bless you and thank you for stopping by to visit Finney and me!