Temporary Shelter

Empty Nests

Rocked on many a bending bough

Empty nests are swaying now

In the Autumn wind,

Hanging o'er the cool cascade,

Hidden in the hazel shade,

Nests that loving skill has made

Soon to leave behind.

From the leafy twigs around

Once was borne the joyous sound

Of the wild bird's voice,

Pouring out his little soul

In melodious notes that roll

Merrily from knoll to knoll

Bidding all rejoice.

Long ago the birds have flown

And the little nests alone,

Rocking to and fro,

Time a silent mournful strain

While the wandering winds complain

Whisper faint and low.

And I think of one lone nest

Where a birdling used to rest

In the joyous spring,

Now when Autumn decks the lands

Rocked no more by loving hands

Lo, an empty cradle stands

Where they used to sing.

by: Martha Lavinia Hoffman (1865-1900)

God gives every bird its food, but He does not throw it into its nest. ~J.G. Holland
 

There is nothing in which the birds differ more from man than the way in which they can build and yet leave a landscape as it was before. ~Robert Lynd, The Blue Lion and Other Essays

If I were a bird

If I were a bird, I'd sing a song

And fly about the whole day long

And when the night comes,go to rest,

Up in my cozy little nest.

by Jackie Silberg

Little Birds

All the little birds are asleep in their nest.

All the little birds are taking a rest.

They do not even twitter,they do not even tweet.

Everything is quiet up and down the street.

Then came the mother bird and tapped them on the head.

They opened up one little eye and this is what she said.

"come little birds,it's time to learn to fly,

come little birds fly away up in the sky"

Fly,  fly,  oh fly away,  fly,  fly,  fly

Fly,  fly,  oh fly away,  fly away so high.

Fly,  fly,  oh fly away, birds can fly the best.

Fly,  fly, oh fly away, now fly back to your nest.

It is not only fine feathers that make fine birds.

Aesop (620 BC-560 BC)

House Wren-Poem

To bring house wrens to your yard

is a job that's not too hard.

Hang a bird-house from a tree,

and in April you might see

not just one wren but a pair

setting up house-keeping there.

Then you'll hear all summer long

their bubbly chitter-chattering song.

by Erica Stux

Birds sing after a storm, why shouldn't people feel as free to delight in whatever sunlight remains to them?

Rose Kennedy (1890-1995)

There is nothing in which the birds differ more from man than the way in which they can build and yet leave a landscape as it was before.

Robert Lynd

These lovely homes will be cleaned out and ready to go for next years feathered friends

Hugs,

Ellen

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