Spring is the birth for a new beginning.
Life starts from a passion of affection.
Pollination begins with life’s connection.
Plants bud, flowers bloom, and birds start singing.
Mating rituals start with a dance of love.
He sings his song to the one of his choice.
She beckons his calling with sounding voice.
A new generation they are thinking of.
Hurry! Hurry! We need to make this nest.
For I am with family can’t you see.
I will build this nest from the very best.
This is for you, me and the other three.
Babies nestled under their mother’s breast.
The fledglings were loved, nourished and had no need.
Photo and poem by me (R. Smith)
Photo was taken with a Sony A77II, Sony lens 70-400mm, ISO 800,
400mm, f/7.1, 1/1000 of a sec. Location: Lions bridge, Newport News, VA
I swoop and dive into the river James.
Out from the shallow water’s a fish I retain.
My young juveniles with open beaks awaits me.
I nourish them with fish I caught by the talons of my feet.
Pictured taken from a Sony A77II, Sony lens 70–400mm,
1/1250 sec., at f5.6, ISO 400, 360mm
I tried to imagine the fright of this young juvenile sparrow. Its home is about 30 feet above the ground.
To me, that is like looking down from an eight story building. In this photo the parent shows the little one how easy it is to fly. I hear the parent chirping, coaxing it to jump. If that baby sparrow could talk, it may ask why couldn’t you build a nest on the ground. After more persistence the parent nudged the little one out. Its maiden flight began. I guess this is like sink or swim; but in this case it is fly or fall.
These are a few of the better photos I took for this series.
While shooting this, I thought about life and what I read in the Bible. If God is concerned about the tiny sparrow, how much greater must His concern be for man, who is immeasurably greater in value than the sparrow!
Then why do we worry? Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet my Father feeds them. I know I am much more valuable than they are.