Feathered Friends

As we usher out May this weekend, I think it’s safe to say – and I hope I don’t jinx it –  our weather is finally taking a turn for the better here in Newfoundland. The grass is greener, the breeze is softer, and seabirds are everywhere, paired off for mating season. Our cats think they are in heaven, now that their world has expanded well beyond the windowsills they’ve looked through all winter.

I am in love with this time of year, when Nature renews itself and Summer is stretched out before us in a long daisy-chain of possibilities. As I look out at the sea and sky, I witness the return of the gannets, diving like torpedos into the waves for food. Even the arctic terns are making an appearance after their annual migratory trek across the continent.

Here is a poem I wrote two years ago about seabirds, specifically, our faithful friends, the Seagulls. I am reblogging it because many of you weren’t followers when I first posted it in 2012 and I thought you might enjoy it.

Squeal of Seagulls

Seagulls, squealing a Spring duet,

Swim in pairs near rounded rocks

Glide like swans in sheltered inlets

As domesticated flocks.

Salty breezes, lapping ebb tides

Racing waves that slap the shore

Flat horizon, sun-drenched plateau

Perfect point o’er which to soar.

Wheeling, turning, white forms glinting

All-consumed to multiply

Nests to feather, what e’er the weather

Tasks that cover sea and sky.

Sun sets, wind drops, cold fog creeps in

From the east without a sound

Just the squeal and cry of seagulls

Twilight song of fishing grounds.

There they wait for dove-gray babies

Soon to hatch with urgent cheeps

There they wait among the crab shells

Crouched in darkness, cold and deep.

Who are some of your feathered friends?

Have a wonderful weekend, everyone! ❤

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22 thoughts on “Feathered Friends

  1. What a beautiful poem Jennifer! Your description of May in NFLD and then your poem – I can almost hear the water lapping against the shore and the squeals of the seagulls. It’s so beautiful there. ❤
    Diana xo

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    1. Thank you, Diana. ❤
      We just got back from Gander which is inland, and it was 18 degrees there! When we got home a little while ago, it was 4 degrees. So living on the coast has its drawbacks. Ah well, can't have it all. 😉

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      1. Yes. I have watched the weather reports back there and you guys have sure gotten the short end of the stick weather-wise. But who knows, perhaps you will have a gorgeous Indian summer while the rest of us sink into an early deep-freeze. In which case, you need to get the guest bedroom ready for me!
        Diana xo

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  2. It is the last day of autumn here, winter tomorrow. So it is time for me to take on that positive mantra of the name of my blog and look towards spring, only 93 days away!
    Enjoy your northern hemisphere summer.
    I love the seagulls. i remember going to the beach as a child and throwing them breadcrumbs. It brings back fond memories of that tranquil time in my life. Thanks.

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    1. I’m happy to remind you of pleasant memories from childhood, Elizabeth. 🙂

      How quickly the seasons seem to roll around. While you enjoy your winter, I’ll be wishing for the time to slow down so the summer doesn’t disappear too quickly!

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  3. I love watching those birds dive too and adore the poem. At the moment autumn brings me red robins sitting on the fence. They fly up close, as if to say come look at me, I am so beautiful. I agree and I could watch them all day, although it does not get the domestics done sadly.

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    1. Paul looked up info on the arctic terns today. They can live to about 30 and they have one mate for life. And they fly from the Arctic to Antarctica every year.
      If my dad was still alive he would have loved to see the birds here. He always loved the outdoors and in fact, all living creatures. Thanks, Kath.

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  4. Everything about this post is lovely.. the photography, the words, the poem. I love it all! This part especially hit home: “when Nature renews itself and Summer is stretched out before us in a long daisy-chain of possibilities.”

    Daisy-chain of possibilities… I love thinking of spring that way 🙂

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  5. Jennifer, I love your poem and pictures! The beach just wouldn’t be the same without the cry of seagulls. I enjoy all the feathered friends that show up in my garden or on my hikes in the woods. When the mainlanders are experiencing sweltering heat July–us islanders will be enjoying the cool ocean breezes.

    Blessings ~ Wendy ❀

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