A Poem for Fathers' Day
Jun. 19th, 2016 11:14 pmCladdaghduff
(For my grandfather)
By the ocean
The horse races,
His shoes striking
Wet sand.
Shells gleam
In the sunset.
The strand shines.
An old man,
Astride,
Reclaims his youth.
This amazing pic is of my sister deirdrej's rescue of a baby robin. The parents were nesting under our parent's porch in NW Connecticut. The others had flown, but this little one was stuck in the nest, a bit of tape the parents had used for nesting material twined round his leg. You can see the ribbon on the baby's leg here. Deidrej succeeded in cutting him free, but he flew off with the ribbon still round his leg. She had to capture him - more than once! - and hold him upside down to untie him. A stressful process for both of them! She put him (or her) back on the nest when s/he was free. A half hour later, the baby had flown.
And here is another of Deirdre's drawings, this one of our grandmother as a young woman, sketched from a photograph. I really love this picture! Not sure - if you click on it, I think it will take you to Deirdre's flickr page, where she has information - but I think it is chalk and pencil. This is our Dad's mother, who was only 13 or so when she came out, alone, to America to work in her older sister's boarding house.