The Red-Bellied Woodpeckers Story

He's tall and handsome, a gentleman indeed,

She's equally tall and follows his lead

The red on his head does extends to his beak

But hers doesn't go past her eyes on her cheek

The rest of their feathers are all white and black

With a checkered flag all across their back

The most crucial spot; that resembles jelly 

Is the reddish splotch that grows on their belly

Their beak is large and extra long

A whack from this sabre is extra strong

They travel together, always in sight

Ready to eat and ready for flight,

Their song to each other is more like a squawk

Not like a songbird, more like a hawk

Show them a peanut and they'll show you a trick

One moment it's there, the next they will nick

Though larger than most, they're a beautiful pair

Whether pecking or poking or afloat in the air

Just keep nuts and suet and berries close by

And your feathered friends will drop from the sky.

Written by David Warbritton, no usage without author's consent

Musings of a Starling

 

Musings of a Starling

The old birds say we came from far across the sea

We started in a park in a place with barely a tree

Strange that we could fly so far, with no land beneath our wing

Hard to find a limb where a mate like me can sing.

We started as a group that sought for space to nest

We made our homes across the plains and we soon became a pest

Our search took us far, 'cross this great and mighty land

For we grew in large proportion and we soon, grew out of hand.

We are a little strange to view, but our parts all seem to fit

We're strewn almost completely with stars so brightly lit

With legs of pink, a beak of gold, and shiny feathers, green and black

But manners and politeness seem to be a major lack

We are wanderers and outsiders, no doubt that this the be true

No matter if the other birds flourish and renew

When we travel in a flock, sometimes we fill the sky

We don't seem to know just where, we just flap our wings and fly

And we don't know why we sojourn in this land

No doubt a human kind reached in an unnatural hand

But I bet we didn't flap across the sea as we were told

Now we're stuck,  it seems, just left out in the cold.

Birds of a Different Feather

BIRDS OF A DIFFERENT FEATHER

 A  cardinal slipped onto the edge, in the way she liked to do

Content to sit and munch awhile, for more than just a few,

When suddenly a nuthatch landed just across the square,

A common everyday event, most certainly not rare.

She greeted him, as she always did, between a crack and a crunch

Inquiring of his health and such and of course, his entire bunch,

He said that all were well and he wished her brood was fine

Then he grabbed  a seed, turned and flew, for he never stayed to dine.

 Across the box, a bluebird lit to check for her favorite deal

And sure enough, 'tween seeds and nuts, lay her most sought for meal

For bluebirds like to eat just bugs, and things that don't need cracking

A stack of crunchy mealworms makes a meal that's never lacking.

She ate a few then saw her friend still chomping every seed

In fact, the lady never paused one time, to pay her any heed

She ate her fill and when no more were left to see

She gently turned and flew, straight to her family tree.

Now you may think this a yarn I thought to spin

But I've pics to prove every word that I did pen

For a nutter, a bluegirl and Lady C are all of a different feather

But they found a way to co-exist, when suddenly thrust together.

                                           Shouldn't we?

Written by David Warbritton for the Warbritton family , no usage without author's consent