they come in threes

baby squirrels

welling

in the first few minutes
leading up to
the first rain storm
(maybe thunder storm?)
of the season
quiet
then windy
sitting still in anticipation
of what is to come

airwaves

the annual robin sighting count
is a bit down so far this year
not too many visible
but the songs being sung
are off the charts
notes from treetops
twittering down
keep on keeping on
little red ones

pedestrian flight path

walking north of Jasper on 119th a surprising sight:
a solitary goose on the lawn of The Cardinal block
a bit fussed wondering where were the others?
the friends
the comrades
but why would they be here?
why was this one here?
in the heart of Oliver

headed towards me an elderly man
with an unleashed Pomeranian cross making solid time
the man called out a bit anxiously:
'Rex!  Rex!  That bird is way bigger than you!'

and it was way bigger
and hopefully
still is
wherever it is

robins

some seasons you hear them before you see them
lots of singers here in the hood
tonight

go big or go...

squirrel is munching on a pine cone
the size of her tail

all is just right in the land
of the small ones

colour coded

a white and black chickadee
eating red mountain ash berries
under a blue spring sky