killdeer

Plovers

Scampering through the quagmire On deft little feet Catch us if you can I. J.’s Birds of the Week Invitation XCVII RDP Friday! Quagmire! hosted by Martha

If I could fly, I’d take to the sky,And build my nest high,But some birds won’t.An owl I found,That lives underground,Perched on its mound,Standing guard.A killdeer will rest,On its earth-built nest,Its young it protects,By feigning injury.Funny feathered friends;Eccentric avians;Free to transcend,My sense of practicality. Subject prompted by Terri’s Sunday Stills: Fun with #Furred and #FeatheredContinue reading “Grounded Birds”

She begs the predator moves along;For the protection of her young.Her mate often by her side;But he is searching for food.Gone! Will the hunt be successful?When he returns, her young shall beg for nourishment.Will it be too late? The predator approaches the ground-built nest,The killdeer has but one option, offering herself,She abandons the nest andContinue reading “Killdeer”