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Post by Brigid Briton on Apr 14, 2012 12:52:23 GMT -6
Update: March 26,2014 Big Red recently started this years clutch of new eggs, soon to be babies. Check the link below for up-to-the minute details (and live camera action!)Update: The three babies hatched the week of April 23! You don't have to be a member to post a poem in this section!As I mentioned in "Poet's Community Center", I've been watching a live bird-cam of a pair of soon-to-be parent Red-tailed Hawks at Cornell University in New York. The eggs are expected to hatch at any time now. www.allaboutbirds.org/page.aspx?pid=2422&ac=acThe challenge: write a tribute in any form to these gorgeous birds! Here's mine: He's perched high above the campus, his feathers ruffling in the gentle breeze, his three babies, as yet unhatched, safe beneath their patient papa. Anybody else feeling inspired? Brigid
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Post by diannet on Apr 14, 2012 19:47:04 GMT -6
Oh what a gorgeous challenge Brigid and I love your poem, I must read a little more, as it is the papa who hatches the eggs or do they take turns...
Life Waiting So quiet So peaceful Two hearts beat gently through fragility Against each other Love is born Well before The hatching
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Post by Brigid Briton on Apr 28, 2012 6:03:32 GMT -6
Hey, all you poets, where are your entries in this challenge? While I'm waiting, here's an update: Babies, just days old, with flight built into their bones, like dandelion tufts with eyes and beaks, wobble and squeak and dine on shredded pigeon, their mother’s little darlings. This photo was captured as a screen shot from Cornell's wonderful website. www.allaboutbirds.org/Page.aspx?pid=2422&ac=acYou can also follow the updates on these rapidly growing youngsters on Twitter at the hashtag: #cornellhawks
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Post by Brigid Briton on May 9, 2012 21:18:43 GMT -6
Hi Dianne, Sorry I missed your question. Before the baby hawks hatched, the parents took turns on the eggs, with the mother spending the majority of the time there. After they hatched, it's been pretty much all the mother doing the brooding. She does take a few breaks now that they're a bit bigger and the father comes and looks at them, or brings them something to eat, and sometimes feeds them before the mother comes back and chases him away. It's so interesting to see creatures that are skillful hunters and killers being so attentive, patient and gentle with their young.
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Post by Deleted on May 11, 2012 15:21:36 GMT -6
Hawklets in the nest, Sunwarmed napping three abreast, Downy flags flying
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Post by diannet on May 11, 2012 16:37:29 GMT -6
Nice haiku deefromca, they're so cute and welcome to the forum!
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Post by Brigid Briton on May 11, 2012 17:53:27 GMT -6
Hi Dee, Great response to the challenge!
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Post by gentleanne on May 12, 2012 6:12:02 GMT -6
Time is measured In the journey from Down to feather
The chicks dream Of blue sky flights Tomorrow
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Post by Brigid Briton on May 12, 2012 7:35:59 GMT -6
Hiya gentleanne! What a great response to our challenge! "The journey from down to feather" is a lovely way to measure time, indeed. And you just have to know that, even if the babies don't exactly dream, blue sky is in there very bones! I hope you'll post more as you feel inspired by these wonderful creatures. Brigid
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Post by blackbird on Mar 26, 2014 5:01:02 GMT -6
At 12 I saw the movie Ladyhawke, Michelle Phieffer near perfection Cursed bound to a life with wings Ultimately set free, a true love Ridiculous and unbelievable I Felt as tho' I watched a lie For I would never trade feathers For everyday behind that face When my words would fall to lay In the dust where few stood by To flawless to stir reality well Only known by the ideas of beauty While in the wings she left behind The insecurities that had caged In a stone church leather bands Around her talons now on wrists Grounding her in their perception With the credits rolling by I wept she was doomed To be a lady... Never again to fly
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Post by Brigid Briton on Mar 26, 2014 7:53:12 GMT -6
Hi blackbird, Good response to the challenge. A very sad poem. Lucky for Big Red and Ezra, they will always fly, always soar.
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