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In November…birds

“In November, some birds move away and some birds stay. The air is full of good-byes and well-wishes. The birds who are leaving look very serious. No silly spring chirping now. They have long journeys and must watch where they are going. The staying birds are serious, too, for cold times lie ahead. Hard times. All berries will be treasures.”
― Cynthia Rylant, In November



By R.S.S. Andros


         A swallow in the spring

Came to our granary, and ‘neath the eaves

Essayed to make a nest, and there did bring

         Wet earth and straw and leaves.


         Day after day she toiled

With patient art, but ere her work was crowned,

Some sad mishap the tiny fabric spoiled,

         And dashed it to the ground.


         She found the ruin wrought,

But not cast down, forth from the place she flew,

And with her mate fresh earth and grasses brought

         And built her nest anew.


         But scarcely had she placed

The last soft feather on its ample floor,

When wicked hand, or chance, again laid waste

         And wrought the ruin o’er.


         But still her heart she kept,

And toiled again, — and last night, hearing calls,

I looked, — and lo!  three little swallows slept

         Within the earth-made walls.


         What truth is here, O man!

Hath hope been smitten in its early dawn?

Have clouds o’ercast thy purpose, trust, or plan?

         Have faith, and struggle on!

Duck portraits by Muriel McDonald

Amy Judd paintings


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Amy Judd, a London based artist, takes her inspiration from the enchanting, imaginative relationship between women and animals found in traditional mythologies and stories from around the world.  Amy’s paintings are sensitive silent moments, often between a woman and a bird.  The figure’s nudity compliments the delicate quality of the feathers; they in turn allude to the fragility of the figure, however are also a symbol of strength and flight (and bravery).

To view more of her paintings, click on the link below which will take you to designcollector.net.


Birds of a Feather by Mary Burns

By Mary Burns

What instinct is it we possess
to recognize those of our kind?
How do I know with certainty
this kindred soul is paired with mine?

As sure as sunset follows dawn,
unto this person I am drawn.
We share the closeness of the flock,
yet free to fly out on our own.

In each other we do see
the bonds that link us through all time,
sure as birds of a feather
perch together with their kind.


birds of a feather

Image from worldoffemale.com