poetry and prose about place

a feast of wild strawberries

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This week at our cabin the wild strawberries are hanging from their stems. When I see them I think of the sweet wild strawberry jam my mom used to make. And, after this weekend, I will think of  cedar waxwings.



As we sat in the cabin, eating our dinner, we saw a bird making trips between the birch tree in front of the cabin and the grassy field to the side, where the wild strawberries grow.



My husband identified the bird and spotted where it perched in the tree. The cedar waxwing is one of the common birds at the cabin. They love to eat fruit and we have wild strawberries, raspberries, blackberries, and blueberries on the property.


There were two cedar waxwings on the branch, sharing a meal of wild strawberries. Sharing fruit is a ritual behavior between male and female cedar waxwings.




The cedar waxwings nest in our big white pines and sing in the top branches of other nearby trees. I will never see them without thinking of their little feast of berries.


All my best,



Written by jane tims

June 27, 2018 at 7:00 am

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  1. You got some lovely shots of them. Not easy (at least not in my neck of the woods — they tend to be shy here).

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    June 27, 2018 at 5:25 pm

    • Thanks Robin … your work is always flawless and in focus … the auto setting and I don’t always get along!


      jane tims

      June 27, 2018 at 7:44 pm

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