Bird poetry for nature lovers.

Romeo, Gigolo, Maestro.
On the platform, he pauses, a picture of concentration.
Ready for a grand performance. Ready for his paramour
and Superb Wren ovulation.

Superb Blue Wren


The wrens have been getting frisky. It is what they do.

Kind Regards.
Tracy.

30 thoughts on “The Maestro”

  9. I love them, but sadly we haven’t seen any in our garden for some months. Perhaps the noisy miners have seen them off.

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    1. Jane, I see them less and less here too. Suburbia doesn’t do them any favours. They love overgrown areas around lakes and rivers.
      Btw, I thought of you when I read that story about the young lady who drowned when the car was washed off the causeway. Such a tragedy and once again unnecessary blame is cast on the victim(s).

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      1. That was the same creek I drove through, Tracy, but not the same crossing. What a dreadful thing to happen. I feel so sorry for her family and the other passengers. I know from personal experience that it’s impossible to see the water at night until it’s too late.

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