Hollow pipe songs at first light
pierce the darkness, own the dawn
with answered calls from oak trees
and granite piles of fractured rock
balanced on the edge of time
frozen around me. Early morning
solos grow into a chorus of chants
on the other side of the door,
a primitive awakening to greet me,
to ignore my circle of chores.
We’ve become part of the landscape
they return to, generations born
near cattle, horses and water troughs.
After these dry years, a colony—
a reunion of Roadrunners nesting.
drycrikjournal 
The dawn brings a rich symphony of songs, doesn’t it! If we’re not paying attention we simply come to take it for granted . . .
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Oh it’s adorable! I used to see several at my homes, but they were adults, so bigger than yours. Is it a baby?
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This is an adult Roadrunner, Evelyne, warming the dark skin beneath its feathers in the sun — an early morning ritual not common in most photographs of Roadrunners. Fluffed-up so and with nothing to measure it by, it looks juvenile. The adults are currently bringing food to the nests, and with three or four pairs nesting, we’ll have Roadrunners moving everywhere in a few weeks.
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It looked much smaller than the ones I saw at my home. It will be wonderful for you to get so many!
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I really like this poem. It’s a very strong experience to listen to the birds waking up in the morning.
I did a drawing of the bird – What kind of bird might it be? Is roadrunner a species? (I thought it was just a cartoon !!)
If you’d like to see the drawing, I’ve put it up on my blog here:
http://onedrawingdaily.com/2015/03/24/drawing-of-a-bird-in-ballpoint-pen-after-photo-and-poem-by-drycrickjournal/
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Thanks, Thomas, your rendering has captured the Roadrunner well.
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Thanks a lot!
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