Distance is relative when flying sideways into the sunset.
Relatives seem distant at times for good reason.
If the Sun ever needs another reason to set,
we’re all relatively screwed.
Uncle Tree
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Tag Archives: Great Plains
Introducing: Ruby The Hummingbird
“Good golly, Uncle Tree! This red stuff is the bomb!”
Here she comes now making a beeline for the feeder.
“Sweet uncle, hate to tell you, but my lifeline has a leak!”
No worries, young lady, we won’t let the well go dry.
“Can you see me now, Uncle Tree? I’m chiming in.”
Careful now, Ruby. You can only drink so much in one setting.
I’ll leave when I’m darn well ready, dear uncle.
10 seconds tops. I got this hankering.
Sit still and take pictures.
Make me famous.
Love you!
Ruby
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May You
May you ever face the sunset landing bravely catty-cornered.
May you ever go down famously flaunting your fabulous colors.
May you ever remember how to get twiggy with it, when necessary.
May you ever say, “Cheerz!” to the merry month of May!
Photographs by Uncle Tree
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Shotgun Start
Aye, windmill! Your scars can only speak of one of your stories.
Still, you stand bravely in your silent solemnity.
Salutary respects to Your Highness.
Sincerely, Uncle Tree
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Windmill Imprisonment
When the wind no longer fans
your fancy flames,
rust will rule your world behind
locks and chains.
Uncle Tree
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Raising Crane: Behind The Wheel
The rare and endangered Whooping Cranes are white.
I’ve never seen one before, so I can’t say positively,
but that one in the middle sure stood out in the crowd.
Photographs by Uncle Tree
April 13, 2018
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Raising Crane: In The Air
Sandhill Cranes in Grand Island, Nebraska
Photographs by Uncle Tree
April 12, 2018
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(Click on any pic to enlarge your view)
Sandhill Blitz
Who would guess? These are Snow Geese in Nebraska?
Beating the Cranes to The Plains they play, “First come, first served!”
I couldn’t help but spook their little party for a picture.
Farmers call them a nuisance? Well,
they haven’t met me.
Uncle Tree
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Great Plains Farms
Sandhill Cranes don’t have to wait for Spring to arrive.
Cranes come to farm the fields of yesterday’s leftovers.
While it may not look like enough to feed the multitudes,
they come back every year to get their fill of golden grains.
Soft landings make for easy pickings, and there’s always room to roam.
Photographs by Uncle Tree
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When It Rains Cranes
When it rains Sandhill Cranes, even thunderstorms take note.
Lord knows how long this migration party’s been going on.
The Platte River itself is giddy over being the chosen haven for a spell.
The lowly hills bow down to receive this ancient blessing.
Even after the cranes call it a day, one is left with a sense of hope.
The river silently agrees.
Roundabout February 14 to April 15
https://uncletreeshouse.com/2017/04/14/crane-crazy/
Photographs by Uncle Tree
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