… Another hawk. 

Or perhaps it’s the same hawk that I saw the other day.   I’m not sure.  But as I was walking, again, in the park, the scenario was the same.  I saw no birds or squirrels when I normally would.  I looked up in the trees but didn’t see a hawk.  It was super cold and an hour later, my fingers felt like they were about to fall off.  I finally decided to put away my camera.  That’s when I spotted the hawk sitting on the branches of one of the tallest trees in the park.  It was very windy but she sat still as if the winds didn’t bother her.   Instead, she focused on another tree not too far away from her.   Correction, she focused on a group of starlings in another tree not too far from her.  Those starlings sure looked nervous.   I didn’t hang around to see what happened.  It was just too cold. 

This post is for Ecological Day, which was started by Sonia of Leaves of Green.   This photo blogging theme day falls on the second day of each month.  When we are good to our Earth, we’re good to the wild life and nature — like the hawk and starlings.   When we’re good to the wild life and nature, we’re good to our Earth.   We only have one Earth, folks, so let’s be good to it.  

Paz

Nervous starlings in the tree, hoping not become a hawk’s meal.

The Riverside Church and a few shadows.

Check out HEY HARRIET to see a line up of shadow shots by other bloggers.

Paz

Ruby Tuesday.  Check out more red-colored theme photos there.

Paz

Ed. Note:  Thanks, Magical Mystical Teacher for the wonderful poem!

RED IS THE HUE

A touch of scarlet, a bit of red,
Ribbons of crimson around your head;
Everyone looking for color knows
Red is the hue that defines the rose.
(Crimson-clad dogwalkers too, I suppose!)

© 2011 by Magical Mystical Teacher

To see what these Asters looked like in December 2010, look here.

Then check out Today’s Flowers to see other flower photos.

Paz

Just a bench and its shadow

Stop by HEY HARRIET to see shadow shots by others.

Paz

Ed.   Note:   Thank you, Magical Mystical Teacher for the poem!

Lament of the Lonely Bench

Nobody wants to sit on me,

Nobody cares at all, you see;

Nobody sings sweet songs to me—

I sit in the shade alone.

If I were bright and fiery red

Someone would come and lay his head

On my lap and make it his bed—

But here I sit all alone.

Zephyrs of spring, I long for you

To melt the snow and make things new

Bringing a honeybee or two,

So I won’t sit all alone.

© 2011 by Magical Mystical Teacher