For the Birds

In order to see birds it is necessary to become a part of the silence.

Robert Wilson Lynd

seagulls vying for a spot on the top of a lifeguard tower

A mockingbird between songs

Crow trying to out-sing the wind

Morning Coffee

Above me

The mourning dove sings,

the gulls cry out,

the mockingbird proudly

practices drills -

all of them

Unbothered by the disapproving

Clucks and coos of pigeons

Circling on the pavement below .

The herons mind their

Business, not making a sound

Or even acknowledging me

As an egret with a neck so thin

It can barely support his head

Picks his way silently

through the tall grass

And oh- here comes the crow;

my familiar friend

Calling on the wind

reminding me

everywhere i go

I am still home

Night heron watching the water at the marina

Great blue heron on top of the world

a tense green heron fishing

At the edge of the ocean, a crow walked beside me for awhile

A great egret gathering food from the tall grass in the park

Crow flying off a lifeguard tower

The sound of birds stops the noise in my mind.

Carly Simon

Coming from the quiet snowy retreat of my little house in Michigan to bright and noisy Miami Beach was a little bit of a shock to my system. I woke up the entire first week not knowing where I was. But after the initial adjustment, I found my routine here again and more importantly, where to go to be quiet and talk to the birds over morning coffee.

Thank you so much for being here! I will see you soon!

Seagulls watching sunrise

Winged Heart

Adopt the pace of nature: her secret is patience.

Ralph Waldo Emerson

A black-crowned heron is standing on the rocks,

her wings and plume folded close to her body.

She’s gazing down at the water,

her beautiful eyes catching light from its surface.

She doesn’t move.

She barely seems to breathe;

and I hide behind a tree

barely breathing myself, to see her.

It is a gift to find her here,

in daylight, waiting patiently for fish to come.

resting, trusting her skill

and trusting the earth to provide

in its own good time.

Wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving.

Khalil Gibran

It’s hard to describe how lucky I felt to walk just a few blocks from home and find this beautiful night heron just standing by the water patiently watching. The rocks where she was standing are below the level of the concrete path between the water and the buildings near the marina. There is a short wall above the rocks. It would have been easy not to see her there, below me and as still as she was, but I was actively looking. It was unusual, but not unheard of to see a night heron in daylight. I was very careful not to disturb her. Her absolute stillness made it so much easier to take clear pictures. What a magical experience. (If you want to know more about black-crowned night herons, click here.)

Hope you have a wonderful weekend. Thank you so much for being here. See you next week.

The first night heron I ever saw was this yellow crowned night heron, in February 2022. I was hoping to see the moon rise over the ocean, but it was a cloudy night. When I walked back home through the park - I saw movement out of the corner of my eye. I didn’t know what kind of bird it was when I took the picture. It’s grainy; the only light source was a park lamppost; but I still love this. Just the two of us, walking in the dark.