This series features the Virginia Rail -- Rallus limicola
Hang on to the rail with "To Luck" by William Stanley Merwin:
'In the cards and at the bend in the road
we never saw you
in the womb and in the crossfire
in the numbers
whatever you had a hand in
which was everything
we were told never to put
our faith in you
to bow to you humbly after all
because in the end there was nothing
else we could do
but not to believe in you
still we might coax you with pebbles
kept warm in the hand
or coins or the relics
of vanished animals
not binding upon you
who make no promises
we might do such things only
not to neglect you
and risk your disfavor
oh you who are never the same
who are secret as the day when it comes
you whom we explain
as often as we can
without understanding' ~ "To Luck" by W. S. Merwin
We get lucky views of chicks in early summer.
i think this is a fairly recent hatchling. Compare with the previous chick pic to envision rapid early growth through the differences in their bills.
This one may be close to 2 weeks old ... poem by Howard Nemerov:
'This morning, between two branches of a tree
Beside the door, epeira once again
Has spun and signed his tapestry and trap.
I test his early-warning system and
It works, he scrambles forth in sable with
The yellow hieroglyph that no one knows
The meaning of. And I remember now
How yesterday at dusk the nighthawks came
Back as they do about this time each year,
Grey squadrons with the slashes white on wings
Cruising for bugs beneath the bellied cloud.
Now soon the monarchs will be drifting south,
And then the geese will go, and then one day
The little garden birds will not be here.
See how many leaves already have
Withered and turned; a few have fallen, too.
Change is continuous on the seamless web,
Yet moments come like this one, when you feel
Upon your heart a signal to attend
The definite announcements of an end
Where one thing ceases and another starts;
When like the spider waiting on the web
You know the intricate dependecies
Spreading in secret through the fabric vast
Of heaven and earth, sending their messages
Ciphered in chemistry to all the kinds,
The whisper down the bloodstream:
It is time.' ~ "The Dependencies" by Howard Nemerov, 1977.
Before wings are ready, flight is egg-toothing the bird mind.
working on a crawdad meal ...
maybe a Red Swamp Crayfish -- Procambarus clarkii, from the dark arrow-like mark down the tail.
wings appear more developed while chasing a Sora ...
Flight muscles do not seem ready to challenge the legs of a young Sora, which could drive some pondering about the evolution of flightless birds.
'always the beautiful answer who asks a more beautiful question' ~ e. e. cummings