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Small, different hues of brown Little black eyes and tiny pink feet Junco Eating the seeds on the ground Inspiring something inside The next day, Clear tubes with red perches Showed off the mix of seeds Waiting for the first customer Disappointed when nothing came The next week, Losing hope Still looking, but not as often Nothing, the one single Junco Gone Then that one day There were two Hopping off the fence Onto those little red perches Draining the tubes of the food That had been waiting for them Slowly but surely More started coming New birds New numbers Sparrows, finches, thrushes, doves New feeders New house Getting the birds back A new feeder Filled with nectar Waiting patiently Now knowing it could take a while And then One day Watching out the window Hoping That one just one might come Then not one but three! All in that one day! Male and female Anna’s Male Rufous Zooming and glimmering Light reflecting off gorgets Creating the otherworldly hues Of purple, red, green In the days that followed More feeders More birds More knowledge Much more learned A new hobby A new love That will continue from that day on Thanks To that little Junco
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Apr 21, 2016
Apr 21, 2016 at 9:13 PM UTC
When the Birds Came(Junco)
Small, different hues of brown Little black eyes and tiny pink feet Junco Eating the seeds on the ground Inspiring something inside The next day, Clear tubes with red perches Showed off the mix of seeds Waiting for the first customer Disappointed when nothing came The next week, Losing hope Still looking, but not as often Nothing, the one single Junco Gone Then that one day There were two Hopping off the fence Onto those little red perches Draining the tubes of the food That had been waiting for them Slowly but surely More started coming New birds New numbers Sparrows, finches, thrushes, doves New feeders New house Getting the birds back A new feeder Filled with nectar Waiting patiently Now knowing it could take a while And then One day Watching out the window Hoping That one just one might come Then not one but three! All in that one day! Male and female Anna’s Male Rufous Zooming and glimmering Light reflecting off gorgets Creating the otherworldly hues Of purple, red, green In the days that followed More feeders More birds More knowledge Much more learned A new hobby A new love That will continue from that day on Thanks To that little Junco
This is the story of my love of birds started, and is still going
birddonuts
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Apr 21, 2016
Apr 21, 2016 at 9:13 PM UTC
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