Mom, Mom, Mom…

VJ Knutsonbirdwatching, blogging, photographybirds, birdwatching, nature, photos, spring6 Comments

Spring means babies! This cute little robin didn’t know enough to run away. His mother, on the other side of me, had her mouth full and couldn’t quite call out.

Needless to say they were both okay.

I found this happy grouping at the river’s edge. Just watching this busy Mom made me tired. Can’t you hear all those little duckling voices: “Mom, Mom, Mom!”

6 thoughts on “Mom, Mom, Mom…”

postcardfromlifelately says:

May 26, 2019 at 5:36 am

So cute!💕💕

LikeLiked by 1 person

Reply
1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  May 26, 2019 at 11:40 am
  
  They sure are! Thanks!
  
  LikeLiked by 1 person
  
  Reply
Susan Zutautas says:

May 25, 2019 at 12:10 pm

Aw, so darn cute!

LikeLiked by 1 person

Reply
1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  May 25, 2019 at 1:17 pm
  
  Aren’t they! Thanks.
  
  LikeLiked by 1 person
  
  Reply
oneletterup says:

May 25, 2019 at 11:58 am

Yes I can LOL!!

LikeLiked by 1 person

Reply
1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  May 25, 2019 at 1:16 pm
  
  Ha ha ….thanks
  
  LikeLiked by 1 person
  
  Reply

Your thoughts matter... Cancel reply

Enter your comment here...

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

Email (Address never made public)

Name

Website

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change )

You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out / Change )

You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change )

You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change )

Cancel

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.

Every Day Serenity

Serenity every day,I pray from the frayed edgeschaos rattling, pains howling Laundry waits in pilesof incompletion – like my life –demands eroding worth Hush! I scold the voicesof discontent, the discordexhausting – I am trying! Serenity! I pray,my hands are burdened,my psyche losing ground I stop and close my eyesfollow breath in and outwill myself […]

Lethargic

Leave the door open… surely this forayinto docile distractionwill pass… Sun is promising a re-emergence,stirs an inclination I may find purpose, yet…harness these sultry thoughtsand venture out that door…. (Image my own)

Addiction

His cadence is shallow –these are familiar waters He’ll swear the addictionsaves him from madness Ignore the wrenching pain in my heart… leave to find his next fix,another page in misery’s tome. (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson.Image my own)