Bird in Hand #2

Baby Sparrow, BlackBerry Z10 Photo by  © SCPotter

Baby Sparrow, BlackBerry Z10 Photo by © SCPotter

HumbleSparrowKnownByAll
HatchedAndFlippedAndTookAFall
ToMyYardAPlaceToLand
PhotoOpInMyLeftHand

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Today’s tweet poem.

Found this guy sprawled out in my back yard; Mom and Dad flittering about.

I gave him some water and a little nest made from an old cotton rag. Hope he survives.

Poem for Faith and Graham

Wedding of Faith & Graham, Nikon D90 photo by SCPotter

Wedding of Faith & Graham, Nikon D90 photo by SCPotter

Your love today,
Down Virginia way,
The family shared,
And all who cared,
Came to say,
We give this day,
Our hearts are one,
And through His Son,
Your love will grow,
And all will know,
The joy you get,
Is the joy you sow.

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Last Saturday I was in Fairfax Virginia, sitting in the front row of the Truro Anglican Church, and serving as witness to a lovely joining of souls. My niece, her fiancé and the historic church, filled with the music of a solo violin, made for an exceptionally beautiful wedding.

The church has huge arched windows on all sides and the patterns of sun and light, and views of greenery outside filled the space with a deep peace and reverence for Life.

During the reception, the guests were asked to write comments for the newlyweds on little 2”x3” cards; words of wisdom, etc. I started off thinking a tweet poem would be nice, but as the words tumbled out it barely squeezed onto the card; much too long to be tweet-able.

Faith and Graham, may you have a long and happy life together.

U-joint in Hand

Universal joint undergoing repair, BB Z10 Photo by  © SCPotter

Universal joint undergoing repair, BB Z10 Photo by © SCPotter

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Started with a squeak,
Parts were spinning dry,
U-joint tried to speak,
Before the bearings fried,
Mechanic joints renewed,
Driveshaft spinning true.

Today’s tweet poem is another post in the series of “object in hand”; this time with a photo of a greasy bit of hardware known as a universal joint, or U-joint.

For the past week or so I’ve been hearing a squeaking noise coming from the rear of my truck. (’98 Ford Ranger) The frequency of the sound was proportional to speed and stopped when the clutch pedal was depressed. This told me it was likely the rear U-joint, and sure enough, when I took it apart one of the bearing cups was completely dry and turning into rust.

Ford did not include grease fittings on these joints; they are “sealed for life” and intended to be “maintenance free”. Problem is, when the life of your truck goes beyond average, a bearing that can’t be lubed is not going to last.

So today, for about $40 in parts (front and rear U-joints) and 4 hours of very dirty work, I now have a renewed drive train. (And U-joints with grease nipples)

A Doe in Hand

Brampton Ontario, July 10, 2013; BlackBerry Z10 Photo by © SCPotter

Brampton Ontario, July 10, 2013; BlackBerry Z10 Photo by © SCPotter

Innocence arrived today,
And licked my wrist as if to say,
She welcomed life by rescued hand,
The gentle caring Orkin man.

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Tweet poem for today.

When I posted yesterday’s “Bird in Hand” photo I had no idea of what I would be holding in my hand today! It’s the same hand, and the same camera angle, and another wild creature looking me right in the eye.

I was at work when our pest removal guy came by to show us his latest find: a doe just barely a week old and separated from her mother.

I don’t know all the details of how he came to be the new Mom, but I could sense by the way he cradled her that, if she was going to survive at all, her chances with him were as about as good as it gets.

Orkin is known as an exterminator of invasive insects and catcher of nuisance animals. The kindness of this Orkin employee (sorry I didn’t get his name) seems such a contrast.

I’ve got a few more lines for the poem in my head, so I may post again when they settle down.

…and today’s my birthday. What a wonderful gift.

A Bird in Hand

Gray Jay (Perisoreus canadensis) in Algonquin Park, July 2012; Nikon D90 © SCPotter

Gray Jay (Perisoreus canadensis) in Algonquin Park, July 2012; Nikon D90 © SCPotter

Algonquin trails so green and deep,
Forest alive, its treasures keep,
Me holding camera ready snare,
For Grey Jay’s happy thankful stare.
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Today’s Tweetpoem.
Grey Jays are omnivorous and store food for the coming winter in bark crevices, under tufts of lichen, or among conifer needles. They quickly learn humans = food, and will take on bold behaviours when tempted. Wikipedia indicates they “cache thousands of food items every day during the summer for use the following winter”.

This particular guy must be a veteran of the Park, given his four leg bands. Perhaps a birder could comment on what the colours mean?

I Spy Dragonfly

Twelve-spotted Skimmer in my front yard. Photo with Nikon D90 & 2 lens-mounted speedlights.

Twelve-spotted Skimmer in my front yard. Photo with Nikon D90 & 2 lens-mounted speedlights.

A Twelve-spotted Skimmer,
Settled in view.
Her gossamer wings,
Amazing see through.
Golden and glistening,
Spectacular light,
A gift to behold,
Such a beautiful sight.

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Tweet poem of the day.

This Beauty landed right in my front yard. I scrambled to get my camera & strobe lights set up, and luckily she (yes, it’s the female of the species) stayed for quite a while. She landed in our Euonymus at a height that was just perfectly aligned with our porch and made it very easy for a hand-held, walk-up “close encounter”.

For more on this amazing creature see: http://bit.ly/10Jz74P

Another rainy day in Toronto

Stewartia pseudocamellia in my front yard

Stewartia pseudocamellia in my front yard

Weather for the ducks,
And meteorologically insane.
Some say that it sucks,
Others say a pain.
#Toronto can’t get enough,
Of early summer rain.

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A poem I tweeted earlier today, with a photo showing the upside of our really lousy weather: a beautiful landscape.