Blue Jay relays
news
of his poor
bruised
broken heart,
mewing
from oak tree’s
boughs…
Abide,
empyreal cousin –
the morrow stirs
with hope
of Spring.
— C.Birde, 3/22
Blue Jay — A Poem
Blue Jay relays
news
of his poor
bruised
broken heart,
mewing
from oak tree’s
boughs…
Abide,
empyreal cousin –
the morrow stirs
with hope
of Spring.
— C.Birde, 3/22
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We have black headed jays here in the lower himalayas. I once read a description of the bird and recognised it from the words, without ever having seen a picture.
I’ve never seen or heard of a Black-headed Jay before! When I was very young, I would sit with an over-large book, bound in turquoise linen and stamped in gold “Birds of North America”, leafing through the beautifully illustrated pictures of birds and their descriptions. To this day, I can know a bird without ever having seen it in person before, because of that book. Birds occupy the space between the heavens and earth, as the messengers of the gods 💙
This Reminds me of the Maroon Oriole pair I saw lying next to a steam at the base of a mountain. They were soaring like mysterious shadows from tree to tree, hidden somewhat in the foliage. I felt something similar..that they occupy a space between heaven and earth.