In the backyard

flicker baby1

The baby flickers
consider fledging —
one and then another
sticks a head out, then feet,
breast, a shoulder

woodpecker babies

Their eyes dart around,
they blink,
They’re in and out,
in and out —
The one without the red cheeks
has been out longer,
come out farther

Yesterday a hawk came
and perched on their snag.
The jay made holy racket
and the babies hid
while mom and dad flew frantic,
making their decoy calls

Today it’s quiet.
The wind rushes through the trees,
crows and planes more distant.
I watch them watching everything,
weighing themselves
against the feat at hand.

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©Wendy Mulhern
June 26, 2014

photos by Edward Mulhern

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