Once on a farm where ducks were reared, bred in a large barn to be fed then bled, hatched three ducklings cute and smart, who even as fledglings were a breed apart. Hunger and thirst was for knowledge alone, fathom out this world in which they’d grown, but no one around would hear their quack, … Continue reading Trio
This is a short chronicle of some memorable moments I spent studying the nesting of a Black-Crowned Night Heron (Nycticorax nycticorax). There are some very obvious gaps in the sequential progression of events leading from the construction of a nest to the growing up of the juvenile which I am painfully aware of. This shoot … Continue reading Nest of Luck!
Two frail brittle arms now well past their prime, reached out to its mother seeking yet more time, though it had lived a span of many scores of years, plenty there was to be done to spread more cheers. Shelter fellow beings that ever lived in its boughs, feed who came now and then eager … Continue reading Survival of the Kindest
Timid and shy a pleasant stray, Cloudy was always a joy; a fighter born a lone wolf, Dusty could ne’er have been coy; a pet pup being fussed over, Rusty was meant as a toy; None would foresee life to grow, into a willing killjoy. His mom didn’t stir, run over she was, trying to … Continue reading The Three Amigos
They tell me we are lucky tied with human habitation, food and nesting options and little natural predation. The woods are rather thin now and grasslands quite lean, they say there were days past when everything was green. They move in search of havens now that promise sanctuary, where humans haven’t set foot yet and … Continue reading Future, Imperfect, Tense
Slowly the bud comes to bloom, unfurling whorls it holds, silken and soft the pink petals, gently its life unfolds. The crowd at large gasp in awe, behold its beauteous sight, a whiff of fragrance rouses the lot, looking for fleeting delight. A silent perceptive smile it bears, all the while deep within, never will … Continue reading Within
A lush green paddy patch to the bystander’s eyes, knowing not behind the vista what hardship lies. With blood and toil nurtured, starting with the plough, sowing, growing, nourishing, lifting water until now. With tender loving care, fighting spot, rot and blight, and once the grains appear standing guard day and night. From afar the … Continue reading A Harvest of Chance