Saturday, May 12, 2012

Catbird


Flew into the glass on the store front door, and was lying dead on the porch in the morning.
I hear them in the trees often, but never see one.  Jean and I paged through the bird book until we found it.  It has a black cap.

8 comments:

jude said...

so still

saskia said...

oh this time of year there are so many tiny deaths

Susan said...

True, but so many tiny lifes, too.

Karen Barbé said...

These pictures are so sad to see, but at the same time you've managed to capture a special beauty in them.

Susan said...

When the bird is alive, it isn't easy to see the perfect pattern of the feathers, or the textures of the beak, the feet. I love the chance to look close

karina nielsen rios, copenhagen, denmark said...

Hi Susan,
Thank you so much for your lovely letter. I am about to make a post about it now on my textile letters blog.
The embroidery in the background looks really beautiful.

Nancy said...

Oh, so sad.

Susan said...

Karina, I'm so pleased you asked me to be a part of your fascinating textile project. I hope weavers will take time to look through the posts.