In May 2011, after four years of life on McNutt's Island, we moved to Montreal. This blog remains, though, as a (sort of) daily record of our time on the island, and a winding path for anyone who would like to meander about among its magical places. For additional perspectives and insights I recommend Greg's book, Island Year: Finding Nova Scotia (2010), and my Bowl of Light (2012). I'll continue to post once in a while. If you do want to read this blog, one option would be to begin at the beginning of it (which is, as we all know, in blog-world, at the end), and read forward, concluding with the most recent entry. It's a journal, really, so it does makes more sense if you read it that way. But, you know, read it any way you like.

Sunday, August 15, 2010

warbler in lace

There's a shimmering quality to this brief time of ripeness just before summer tips in the direction of autumn. From dawn until nightfall, the ever-changing light is exceptional. All day, no matter what I'm doing or where I turn, I swim through this light, and everywhere I look some astonishing sight brings me to a stop. It's a time when magical creatures decide to come by. One of them is this tiny warbler. At least, I guess it's a warbler of some sort. Maybe it's a fledgling.
Surely an adult would not be so naive and guileless, looking about, a bit slow to react.
It's a tightrope walker
and a fence-sitter,
and takes its ease beneath a lacy parasol.

3 comments:

Piecefulafternoon said...

Just lovely, so poetic and touching. And wonderful photos.

Janet said...

Thanks for sharing these lovely pictures Anne. Something to go back to when the cold winter winds blow!

Sandi B said...

This is definately a young warbler. The youngsters are quite difficult to identify.