Winds howled most of the night
and continued into the day,
slamming doors inside the house
chasing sleep away.
A Goldfinch was sitting on the grass
not sure what to make of it.
Wind makes it difficult to fly
blowing birds off course a bit.
He tucked his head under his wing,
waiting for wind to die down.
We have hawks and eagles around
I hoped one wouldn’t swoop down.
Mum and Dad were calling him
they flew close to him, then up again
as if saying “do it this way!”
How wonderful to witness that lesson
the Goldfinch has now flown.
Repetitive parental actions
Has taught it to fly on its own.
He’s now back under the feeder
having a good look around
Mum and Dad are still singing to him
and it’s such an endearing sound.
July 16, 2015