A hand flattened to shade my brow,
questioning the late-afternoon glare
diced with shadow, not certain I
should trust my wind-burnt eyes.How to make sense of a tropical
memory skimming across this
land-locked farm, are those
pelicans on my prairie pond?They’re rare visitors floating with
mallards and mergansers and Canada
geese. The herons are suspicious of
sea birds breezing onto our prairiegrass ocean but it’s fine, they’re
just like us, awkward and dazzling
creatures migrating across shared
lives, resting awhile, then pushing on.
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Anna Blake at Infinity Farm
Anna Blake at Infinity Farm
Horse Advocate, Author, Speaker, Equine Pro
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(WordPress Photo Challenge is a weekly prompt to share a photo–I enjoy twisting these macro prompts to share our micro life here on the Colorado prairie. I take these photos with my phone, on my farm. No psych, definitely not high-tech.)
Insightful as always, and another lesson to carry me forward a bit longer.
I tend to get “insightful” (she types sacrastically) every year about this time… Thank you.
What a surprise sighting to see….migratory fowl visitors! Awesome!
This pond is always a delight when it comes to bringing visitors. We tell the change of season by who is there and who is gone. Thanks Karen.
That is SO cool!
Thanks, Susie
WHO KNEW? Then I found this link: http://coloradobirdingtrail.com/american-white-pelican/
How great that they visit your pond!
I seem them every few years, west of here, but not usually on my pond… they don’t like to migrate over open ocean, I read. They’re smart that way.
Beautifully written. I felt I was standing beside you for watching the wonders of nature.
It’s a small pond but it does rule me… thanks, Margie.
Peaceful and thoughtful. Thank you.
Ponds are good for that. Thanks Cathy.
A safe harbor for these winged visitors. A feast for those of us with landlocked eyes.
That’s the phrase, a safe harbor. Thanks, Lynell
Wow, that must’ve been an amazing sight! Looking forward to their mention in the next book maybe…? ?
Well, I do enjoy that pen work. 🙂
I still remember my surprise when I saw my first pelican on a Colorado lake. How lucky to have them right in front of your doorstep. Your poem is beautiful.
I’ve seen them twice in 18 years, and they are amazing. Thanks, Tanja.
Love your first paragraph! You are a woman of many talents. How I wish we lived nearer one another.
Thanks, Michelle. What a nice thing to say.
In my memories and in my heart that little pond is bigger than Colorado.
Probably because you got lost there, from time to time. Thanks, Pat.
“Migratory fowl visitors” unfortunately people tend to cry foul regarding migratory human visitors.
Indeed. Maybe if we called them “rescue humans” we would be kinder.