Nice photo. Bird seems fluffed up against the cold, or fattened by the feast of Seanhenge, or both. I wish I could fly. I don't wish to eat worms. Sigh.
No worms for me, either. Unfortunately, no flying these days with the grandchildren as, much to their regret, their grandma has misplaced the flying carpet upon which in the past I survived great adventures. As for the sparrow: Lovely little fellow.
Beautiful. Nature's colour palette and her galleries are unmatched.
It's lovely, eh?And the day of posting reminded me of that 165 years ago Heinrich Heine died.
Thank you for remembering Heine. Enjoying reading a few translated poems. Some quotations, attributed to him, are truly amusing and so true.
Indeed, a fine oeuvre he left.
Schubert thought he was a great Poet too. I have a volume of translated Liede, I must give it another read.
"When words leave off, music begins."
Hi Sean - yes ... moments of blissful solitude - and thank you for letting us know about Heinrich Heine ... all the best - Hilary
Welcome to Omnium, Hilary. If I hibernated with 30, 40 clan members in a cherry laurel, I'd also need and be thankful for at least some 'moments of blissful silence", now and then.