I often try to slip outside
Leaving the housework
And the yard work
I taking off on the four-wheeler
(a wee bird shadow)
To photograph birds.
Sometimes this guy screams loudly when ‘take-off’ occurs
Up into the sky
Landing on the dirt track.
I don’t care where I see them or what I find them doing.
I like watching for that one delight,
Of which, I hope my camera finger is fast enough
It’s always such a treat for me
To be a tiny part
Of a bird’s summer day.
Ahh summer + birds + camera
From my world to your heart,