Of bird nests and rainbows

Spring walking on a Sunday evening

Over the new mown trails

Through the raspberry canes.

The lightning and thunder have paused and

The evening sun glows through the rain spattered sky

Spring green leaves glisten and shake rain drops.

A brown bird flies up and startles us

just as our thunder feet startled her.

The hidden nest holds four speckled blue and purple eggs. Or maybe five.

Mama didn’t limp or try to distract us; she just waited until we tiptoed away.

I’m calling her a field sparrow…

On the other side of the yard bluebirds are nesting

in the rusty corn planter that decorates the tool shed.

She perches and guards five eggs.

The shed was half painted when the new renters began to investigate.

The paintbrushes have been put away now

until the eggs hatch and the birds have flown.

Drops of rain send us to the house for cover

But the sun shines behind the rain

And there in the eastern sky the rainbow glows



9 thoughts on “Of bird nests and rainbows

  1. How lovely. I felt I was walking with you and sharing your evident love of birds. I especially liked the line, “I’m calling her a field sparrow…” because I often have done the same when I think I know what a bird is, but am not absolutely certain. I tell myself if I’m wrong the bird will never know and so can’t be insulted. The birds nesting in the corn planter delighted me.


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