Winter Feast for Birds 1/25/15

1:25:15 gutter r 1 sig“Almost all good writing begins with terrible first efforts. You need to start somewhere.”
~ Anne Lamott
Flashback – Wednesday, January 25, 2012 – These are the hawthorn berries that birds love to get drunk on. The berries freeze then ferment on the tree. It is quite the site to see drunken birds staggering around and falling off of front porch steps.
January 25, 2012 sigFlashback – Friday, January 25, 2013 – Tonight’s almost full moon has a very colorful nimbus 🙂
January 25, 2013 sigFlashback – Saturday, January 25, 2014I took my pictures late this afternoon and this was one of the last when the sun was going down 🙂
January 25, 2014Sunday, January 25, 2015 – The birds came to feast on remaining hawthorn berries and I saw finches, robins, starlings, doves, chickadees and others.  Today is the first day I am starting to work with a new camera.  After literally thousands of photos, the camera I’ve been using has been wearing out.  It is not dead yet, but I now have a new one that will increase my potential and also give me the opportunity to learn more about photography 🙂
1:25:15 r body sig 1:25:15 side r sig 1:25:15 chickadee sig“Hope begins in the dark, the stubborn hope that if you just show up and try to do the right thing, the dawn will come. You wait and watch and work: you don’t give up.”
~ Anne Lamott
1:25:15 gutter r sig 1:25:15 unknown bird sig 1:25:15 r 2 sig 1:25:15 r  shoulder sig“hungry feathered friends
gather at the the hawthorn tree
enjoying a feast”
~ Raven Ariana Simons
1:25:15 gutter cute sigOur hearts give thanks for the Grace in the Universe!
Namaste ~ Raven


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