I see the bird.
I see it in the tree.
I see a bird on a nest in the tree.
I see baby birds in the nest with the mama bird.
I know they are there.
They don't fool me when they sit like statues.
I want the birds.
I could be a mama bird. See?!
I can sit still for hours and hours and hours.
Just like you are doing, Mama Dove.
I have as much patience as you do.
Maybe more.
I have hair that can keep baby birds warm.
Let me up there to take care of your babies.
Better yet, why don't you come down here.
I can take care of you.
Heh, heh heh!
And you thought I was a herding dog!
If you 'biggify' the picture you can see
two chicks squabs in front of mama's breast.
I'm not entirely sure that Gypsy would be a mama bird. . .hahaha! I am pretty sure she would gobble those birds up!
ReplyDeleteShe sure is cute staring so intently at them though :)
Such rapt attention!
ReplyDeleteDove TV for Gypsy! Chance has Turkey TV and Squirrel videos:)
ReplyDeleteI'm keeping you right in my sights!!! Great photo and poem!
ReplyDeleteLoved the pictures and the poem! We had a pair of doves nest on our deck several years back. It was amazing to watch the baby develop. Only one egg hatched; the other fell out somehow. Gypsy is definitely focused! Have a good one!
ReplyDeleteOh, Gypsy, you better leave that mama bird alone!
ReplyDeleteGypsy, Gypsy, Gypsy. You are not fooling me.
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