Where do the birds go when it rains?
Do they huddle on limbs, head bent,
no respite from the pelting drops
save oil-coated feathers?
Do the birds seek shelter
under the last clinging leaves of an autumn tree,
or under a man-made eave?
When the persistent drops fall from the sky,
wetting the limbs,
soaking the ground,
swelling the creek,
where do the birds find reprieve?
Nice poem.
The cormorants dive into the lagoon when rain is pelting from above. 😀
Cool. And good idea.
Love it! Nothing like shelter and a nice meal! I’ve literally been known to worry about the birds in my yard during bad weather.
Kathy
I know. I suppose that’s why we invest so much in bird feeders and seed. They’re wonderful little flying creatures.
I’ve been concerned about them, too, especially when we have hurricane and strong gale force winds. One wonders how they can hang on through those.
I used to wonder this as a child, Christine. Beautiful poem and imagery. Thanks for sharing!
Apparently I still do. Do you know where they go?
Beautiful poem Christine.. I often ask myself that question… but then I have several evergreen bushes in my garden and when it stops raining out their heads pop 🙂
That’s so good to know. I’ll have to watch for that. Three birds did startle me today when they popped out of my fall wreath on the front porch. Maybe they were taking shelter there.
Hi Christine .. I suspect they’re better able to look after themselves in bad weather than we are! Good bushes, little crevices and then the bird feeder – love that little house – great thoughts .. Happy Thanksgiving .. cheers Hilary
You’re right, of course. It’s just that I looked out the kitchen window and saw the dove huddled on the branch, and I realized that I never usually see birds out in the rain. I don’t suppose they like getting rained on anymore than we do.
Do you celebrate Thanksgiving?
They simply endure, wearing their own private duvet, while we – humans – need all kinds of extra clothes. Beautiful cheery feather birds, lovely poem Christine.
Have a wonderful weekend.
Thank you, Marion.
Animals seem to do better then we do with bad weather.
Terrific imagery, Christine!
Maybe not so for our earliest of ancestors. Perhaps we live a cushy life that’s made it more difficult for us to withstand the elements.
But thanks for trying to make me feel better. I’m sure you’re right.