Telling the Truth

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Tag: Birds

facing east

facing east
the red cardinal shines
in sun-kissed feathers

No, this isn’t the cardinal I saw this morning outside my kitchen window. But it’s close enough. One of the most beautiful sights ever on a cold winter day in the Northeast. Though not a discreet disguise for the faint of heart. Nonetheless, looking ahead to the New Year, I want to be counted in the red cardinal category. Bold, beautiful and facing into the rising sun.

Here’s wishing you a Happy New Year of unexpected joy and peace.


© Elouise Renich Fraser, 31 December 2017
Photo taken by Mary Anne Borge, found at

breathless air

breathless air hangs
beneath steel-gray sky —
birds take cover

That’s what I saw outside our kitchen window this morning. Not the little bird, but the calm before a snow storm making its way up the East Coast. Right now the first flakes are coming down steadily. And I’m going into hibernation mode!

© Elouise Renich Fraser, 9 December 2017
Photo found at

roughing it

thin whistle
of white-throated sparrow
hangs in mid-air

The first I’ve heard this December. A sign of cold weather ahead? I’m never sure how to interpret this one-of-a-kind winter song. It’s always thin and high-pitched, and often trails off as though frozen in the air. Nothing like the full-throated winter call of the tiny house wren.

Is the sparrow announcing its presence? Maintaining boundaries? Better, perhaps it’s defying all preconceptions about its stamina, determination, survival instincts and importance in the greater order of this world. Reminding me life is greater and perhaps more precious than human existence inside a pre-heated igloo full of comfort and convenience props.

I love my heated dwelling and all my squirreled-away survival rations. I adore the sound and feel of precious radiator heat on a cold morning. I willingly tolerate the heart-stopping roar of my morning Vitamix machine. It enables me to sit at my kitchen table looking out the window, listening for sounds of outdoor creatures and imbibing my half-digested breakfast. Imagining I’m roughing it.

© Elouise Renich Fraser, 6 December 2017
Photo found at

Beholden to no one

Beholden to no one
Proud head held high
He sweeps past
With grace in his wings
Pauses in midair
Before dropping down
For a singular feast
On juicy insects bored
From a rotting tree trunk

My feet rooted to the ground
I watch his great beak extract
Life from dust of the earth
Still calm and confident
he lifts his regal head
Surveys the cemetery
Spreads his sweeping wings
And sails majestically over
White gravestones
Silent in awe of his beauty

Wings flapping slowly
He salutes those who are gone
Then rises into dusky air
Lost in a stand of spruce and beech
Giants welcoming his arrival
With graceful open arms

Seen on a walk with D several evenings ago, just after sunset. The male pileated woodpecker was brilliant in red, black and white, calm and confident. I hadn’t seen one in the park for more than four years. Just one call with its haunting rise and slight fall alerted us. He seemed quite comfortable being the star of his show. As though the king or queen were passing by. Unafraid, self-possessed and gracefully regal.

© Elouise Renich Fraser, 3 May 2017
Photo found at

Response to WordPress Daily Prompt: None

Mother’s Day at the Park | Photos


I’m back at my computer after a lovely Mother’s Day. Busy writing up the next exciting instalment about our early marriage. In the meantime, Read the rest of this entry »

wren pecks iced suet

Carolina Wren 2, P1050130

wren pecks iced suet

flicker picks frozen berries

I pick up hot tea

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Flicker in the holly tree

Click on flicker photo to see how cold it was–
fluffed feathers, scrunched neck and, as I recall,
a blustery -5 degrees Fahrenheit.

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© Elouise Renich Fraser, 3 February 2015
Photo credit:  DAFraser, February 2015

clear titmouse whistles


clear titmouse whistles

melt icy morning silence—

warm forecast of spring

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 © Elouise Renich Fraser, 31 January 2015
Photo and birdsong credit:  www.

sweet sound of heartbeat


sweet sound of heartbeat

first song of white-throat sparrow

silent break of day

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Thank you for this gift–
another day of rest.


© Elouise Renich Fraser, 25 January 2015
Photo credit: via internet search
For complete profile with birdsong, click here.

desolate landscape


crow surveys

desolate landscape

slim pickings

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© Elouise Renich Fraser, 12 January 2015
Photo credit:  DAFraser, September 2014, Crater Lake, Oregon

relentless cold

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relentless cold

bitter north wind blast

plump feather coat


solitary dove

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