Bar Bellied Pitta
Cambodia, Thailand and Vietnam
Golden Headed Manakin
Central and South America
Central and South America
Tuesday, August 27, 2019
Sunday, June 23, 2019
Tuesday, March 12, 2019
SAN ANTONIO ZOO ~ REMEMBRANCE OF THE DEATH OF SUDAN ~ THE LAST MALE NORTHERN WHITE RHINO ON EARTH
SAN ANTONIO ZOO ~ REMEMBRANCE OF THE DEATH OF SUDAN ~ THE LAST MALE NORTHERN WHITE RHINO ON EARTH
"On March 19, 2018 the world lost Sudan, the world's last remaining male northern white rhino. There are only two females remaining on earth.
Those who wish to bring flowers may lay them at the base of our "The Last Three" sculpture on this day in remembrance of Sudan."
Monday, February 25, 2019
"TREES" A POEM BY JOYCE KILMER 1886-1918
TREES
I THINK that I shall never see
a poem lovely as a tree
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the sweet earth's flowing breast
A tree that looks at God all day
And lifts her leafy arms to pray
A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair
Upon whose bosom snow has lain
Who intimately lives with rain
Poems are made by fools like me
But only God can make a tree.
Joyce Kilmer
1886-1918
(This is a repost from August 24, 2014)
TREE ART ~ MY BEAUTIFUL TWISTED TRUNK REDBUD TREE
TREE ART ~ MY BEAUTIFUL TWISTED TRUNK REDBUD TREE
Tree Shaping
Pooktre Art is the growing and pruning of
trees to shape them into man made designs.
It takes years of patient tending to shape
a tree into a living sculpture.
The birds are always planting redbud trees around my yard. On two of them I twisted the branches from the time they were very small. I love the way they look.
This picture is my red bud tree many years ago. It is about 30 years old now and sadly it is slowly dying.
When it was a tiny tree, about two or three feet tall and before my picket fence was built, there was a huge old ash tree growing in the middle of my yard. It had to be cut down. The tree trimming people piled a HUGE!!! pile of those limbs and tree trunk pieces right where this little redbud tree had started growing. I didn't know if the tiny tree would survive, but when the city picked up allll of those limbs and trunk pieces my tiny tree was still there like it had never been at risk.
It still blooms in the spring. When I'm driving down the street to my home, I can see it from a distance. It has been so beautiful and welcoming.
This is a repost from April 27, 2013
This is a repost from April 27, 2013
Wednesday, February 20, 2019
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