Downey Baby Woodpeckers

Born to be a drummer...

On a Cool summer day when a Wind blew through 

I espied downy baby Woodpeckers on the ground  

I knew the Mother would be around as I sighed... 

Sure enough she was teaching them to fly... 

My favorite Bird has graced the Trunk of our 

Sugar Maple Tree... as I wake to the subtle 

sounds of a heavy metal band with a Beat 

that resonates with a soul-searching Red Crown... 

  

Reviews

[Neville]

how wonderful ... I was always woken by the sound of my local woodpecker drumming and when I moved recently I thought I may have heard the last of him .. however, get this .. I reckon he moved with me coz I can still hear him every single mane .. Bless ya soft n downey Pat :)

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Neville… God works in wondrous and Mysterious ways… so endearing your Downey Woodpecker follows you like poetry followers…. Blessed and thank you… gently, Pat

[JE Falcon]

Nice, I can see him, and I feel snow.

[andrew mitchell]

Lovely write , we have the blackbirds that fall out of nests only to be guarded by the parents until the baby can fly.

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Andrew... a few days have passed since I read your review... but I knew I would stop the Merry-go-round, and catch the golden Ring... to thank you for leaving a "Note" about your Black Birds. We always have black birds also... they seem to be Sentinels of the Castle Keep... and the other Birds seem to appreciate their presence. If I put out unsalted peanuts, the Crows carry off the Peanuts... and the Squirrels sit and crack open Peanuts and eat them also. It is entertaining to say the least. Hope our Summer is peasant and that you are well and safe. gently, Pat

[jacob erin-cilberto]

and this poem reflects on the human version...we all have to fall before we learn to fly...

j.

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Jacob… always a pleasure to read your words… It seems that “falling” is a measure of our life experience, Like baby downy Woodpeckers … we do eventually learn to fly… like Jonathan Livingston Seagull. gently, Pat

[Moonie]

Sounds sublime. I love watching birds in my garden too. It's so peaceful and dreamy. I like how you compared the woodpeckers to baby drummers.

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Moonie… how lovely to read your kind and endearing words. The baby drummers are taught at an early age to find the rhythm 🥁 and Meaning of Life. Gently, Pat

[Betty Hermelee]

And "Heavy Metal" it is; you draw a lovely picture of the "family" of woodpeckers, the mother caring for her young. And how loud can be, and the abstractness of their design on the maple tree .
A special scene Pat.
Best, B.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Betty … my daughter has friends who like heavy metal bands… too loud for me. Thanks for stopping by and reading my flight of fancy… Hope you are keeping Kool… gently, Pat

[Betty Hermelee]

Thanks Pat, at least it's not a heat wave, but I prefer the fall season....

[Fran Marie]

Pat you truly are one with nature
and all its beauty with your love
for each blooming flower and every
kind of birds and butterflies and more
a lovely poem here beautifully. Expressed

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Fran… lovely to read your review. Retirement and my grandchildren have given me a chance to enjoy Nature… if only we could manage to be as resourceful as the Birds. Hope your Summer is pleasant. gently, Pat

[Chris Shaw]

I imagine you watching all the activity from your porch Pat. How wonderful to see those baby woodpeckers taking their lessons. We have woodpeckers too, but alas not in my garden, but I have seen them in action. Fascinating to seem them knocking on wood. Yes little drummers they are. You delight your readers Pat, bringing them your love of our avian friends in all their variety. This morning I am moored on the river. We are graced by swans. They have been knocking on the steel hull of our boat, saying wake up, time for breakfast. Sending love across the pond.

Chris

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Chris... "moored on the river... graced by Swans" and here we are on the upper level of our Chateau... Roger is sleeping at four am on Thursday...
and I am relieving my pain by walking around the Guest rooms and viewing the night sky... and reviewing Poems and reviews.... pain free. It must be lovely to spend time on the River. I appreciate your lovely review from across the Pond. We had a thunderstorm with lightening early last evening. The plants and flowers are refreshed and happy. Love and best wishes, Pat

[Chris Shaw]

While Roger sleeps, you are wandering your rooms and looking at the night sky. I rarely sleep for more than a couple of hours at a time. The night sky is a friend to me. Poetry is a gift, if it alleviates pain too, I can't think of a better thing to absorb the mind. The river is a friend to me also. Take good care of yourself Pat and rest when you can. You too need rest.

[Patricia Wedel]

Thank you so much— Chris.. I am gathering Art in an upscale Thrift Store “St. Vincent de Paul” here in Fredericksburg, Virginia… by the Rappahannock River. We are bothered by the Mosquitos; however, the River is a Joy to drive by most every day.
Yes, we need Rest.. it is the Tonic that sustains us. Be blessed. Pat

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

Woodpeckers are such remarkable creatures. Years ago in my 20s I took a hike up along the forested area here in nor calif. I came upon one chipping away on a tree. It just ignored me and went about its work. It was such a lovely little bird I wanted to reach up and take it in my hands. Instead I just sat there on the ground and watched it for the next 30 minutes. That was a good day. Thank you Patricia for your wonderful poem.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Carlos... I went to collegenear San Francisco in 1959.. so I know the area on the West Coast ... beautiful... and visited Napa Valley and went Snow-skiing at Squaw Valley Ski Resort. Thank you for your lovely review. truly, Pat

[Pete]

that unmistakable, jackhammer rat-a-tat-tat. a song i long for since not living in a wooded area anymore. their mere presence is a blessing. wonderful creatures matched only by your wonderful, winged words of tribute to them. i am always left smiling after visiting one of your pieces, this one no exception. thank you for giving innocence, peace, grace and gentleness flight in this great write ... :)

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Pete… you have given me a review worth a Sack of Sunflower Seeds… the Cardinals have lost interest this year… it has been Rough for all of us…. Now we have more mouths to feed and Shelters to provide… perhaps there will be Manna from Heaven … we Pray. gently, Pat

[Pete]

Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they?

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Pete… the Lillies of the Field… what an endearing thing to say… you have touched my Heart. Have you seen the Movie by that name starring Sydney Poitier… we love that Movie… gently, Pete

[Pete]

yes, i've seen it. great movie ... :)