~My Bird Artwork~
~Birds And Astronomy~
This is my collection of avian art, with a side theme of astronomy! Do birds travel through space and time? Does life exist elsewhere? Browse my artwork below and find out....
~Favorite Poems~
Hope Is The Thing With Feathers By Emily DickinsonHope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul, And sings the tune--without the words, And never stops at all, And sweetest in the gale is heard; And sore must be the storm That could abash the little bird That kept so many warm. I've heard it in the chillest land, And on the strangest sea; Yet, never, in extremity, It asked a crumb of me. |
The Robin is the One by Emily Dickinson
The robin is the one
That interrupts the morn With hurried, few, express reports When March is scarcely on. The robin is the one That overflows the noon With her cherubic quantity, An April but begun. The robin is the one That speechless from her nest Submits that home and certainty And sanctity are best. |
A Light Exists In Spring By Emily Dickinson
A Light exists in Spring
Not present on the Year At any other period -- When March is scarcely here A Color stands abroad On Solitary Fields That Science cannot overtake But Human Nature feels. It waits upon the Lawn, It shows the furthest Tree Upon the furthest Slope you know It almost speaks to you. Then as Horizons step Or Noons report away Without the Formula of sound It passes and we stay -- A quality of loss Affecting our Content As Trade had suddenly encroached Upon a Sacrament. |
To Autumn By John KeatsSeason of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run; To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease, For summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells. Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store? Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find Thee sitting careless on a granary floor, Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drows'd with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers: And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep Steady thy laden head across a brook; Or by a cyder-press, with patient look, Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours. Where are the songs of spring? Ay, Where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,-- While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue; Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn Among the river sallows, borne aloft Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies; And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn; Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft; And gathering swallows twitter in the skies. |
Useful links to other great sites.....
- BIRDFORUM http://www.birdforum.net/ (Friendly community and forum with heaps of pictures and lot's of info. Find me in the gallery!)
- INTERNET BIRD COLLECTION http://ibc.lynxeds.com/ (Thousands of pictures and videos of every bird species, a great resource of information brilliant for research)
- OVE'S SITE http://www.oveferlingphotography.n.nu/ (A great photographer and a wonderful man, my good friend Ove's excellent site)
- ANTPITTA http://antpitta.com/index.htm (Beautiful photo's of gorgeous Hummingbirds and exotic South American birds)
- COASTAL CONSERVATION GROUP http://www.ccgforum.org/ (Essential for birders or visitors to South Tyneside)
- WORLD BIRD GUIDE http://www.mangoverde.com/birdsound/index.html (full of photo's)