Tybee Island, Georgia with a Ring-billed Gull Flying over the beach
Photography and Poem by Norma Beaird
Tybee Island, Georgia with a Ring-billed Gull Flying over the beach
Photography and Poem by Norma Beaird
Photography by Curtis Beaird
Poem by Norma Beaird
"Birds of the Bible Series"
He waits on the fence post,
this pensive Black Vulture,
he knows it is dying,
the modern day culture.
When lust has destroyed,
those ruled by their greed
he'll wait by the roadside,
as they will soon bleed.
The traitors and sinners,
and keepers of gold,
have looted and stolen,
and traded their souls.
For treasures and mansions,
and white invitations,
for grandeur and power,
and sinful persuasions.
The land they have stolen,
from great tribal neighbors,
the slaves they've mistreated,
who gave them their labor.
The vulture is waiting,
as rich men buy castles,
while poor men are struggling,
with every day hassles.
The vain heathen pleasures,
reap comforts a while,
and sleep-walking mortals,
applaud wealth and style.
But dark clouds are rising,
all over this culture,
The sins of the spirit,
unleashing the vultures.
But blessed are those,
who work for the Lord,
and honor their Savior,
Who gives the rewards.
For those who continue,
to hurt those in need
will soon reap a harvest,
of sorrow and grief.
So turn to the Savior,
oh sad, sinful culture,
escape the invasion,
of waiting black vultures.
Revelation 19: 17 - 21
King James Version
17 And I saw an angel standing in the sun; and he cried with a loud voice, saying to all the fowls that fly in the midst of heaven, Come and gather yourselves together unto the supper of the great God;
18 That ye may eat the flesh of kings, and the flesh of captains, and the flesh of mighty men, and the flesh of horses, and of them that sit on them, and the flesh of all men, both free and bond, both small and great.
19 And I saw the beast, and the kings of the earth, and their armies, gathered together to make war against him that sat on the horse, and against his army.
20 And the beast was taken, and with him the false prophet that wrought miracles before him, with which he deceived them that had received the mark of the beast, and them that worshipped his image. These both were cast alive into a lake of fire burning with brimstone.
21 And the remnant were slain with the sword of him that sat upon the horse, which sword proceeded out of his mouth: and all the fowls were filled with their flesh.
***Psalm 37 also details the plight of the wicked. God does not appreciate evil men who mistreat people. He will deal with them, as shown in this Psalm of King David.
Copyright 2016, Curtis and Norma Beaird. All rights reserved.
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The Full Harvest Moon at 99.7% illuminated
September 16, 2016
Photography and Poem by Norma Beaird
As moonrise begins,
a full Harvest Moon takes on a glorious golden glow.
Then, as the moon begins to rise higher in the sky,
the golden glow turns into a beacon of yellowish eggshell,
and then into a hue of ivory brilliance,
and, while basking in the cool night breeze,
as the moon is way up in the starry sky,
it turns into a bright electric white.
I call this God's Night Light in the Sky.
The Full Moon at 99.2% illuminated
September 15, 2016
Copyright 2016, Curtis and Norma Beaird. All rights reserved.
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Capitol Reef National Park in South-Central Utah
Photographed by our friend Patti Ezell of Lake Charles, Louisiana
Poem by Curtis Beaird
They were here, once long before the ice receded.
They were strong and sure and almost silent.
The wind stilled when they spoke in their low whispers.
They knew they belonged, but would not, could not stay.
It was all about the ice. It was all about the ice and its leaving.
As it left, they knew they would have to go.
When the last of the large fields of glistening crystal began to puddle,
they went, leaving behind just this one.
Only one.
His hope, encased in stone, waits. Waits for the coming of the ice.
Copyright 2016, Curtis and Norma Beaird. All rights reserved.
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A Montgomery County, Georgia pond nestled in the trees
Lights on the Water
Photography and Poem by Norma Beaird
In the cabin by the pond,
Looking out the window pane,
the light danced on the water,
on this chilly Georgia day.
She moved back home from up North,
Leaving parties, clothes and cars,
to introduce herself to peace,
the birds, the moon and stars.
She found the peace in scripture,
and the faith in quiet prayer,
the freedom in the pine trees,
in the humid Georgia air.
Her thoughts reclaimed in sunlight,
while the truth shined on her soul,
the lights danced on the water,
and the Lord had made her whole.
Copyright 2015, Curtis and Norma Beaird. All rights reserved.
Peanotta, the Red-bellied Woodpecker
God's Blessings Have Feathers
Photography by Curtis and Norma Beaird
Poem by Norma Beaird
Woodpeckers and mallards,
the cardinal and crow,
the warbler and Blue Jay,
a colorful show.
Catalina, the Carolina Wren and the Duke of Soperton, the Northern Cardinal
The nuthatch and titmouse,
the sparrow and wren,
the grosbeak and House Finch,
our sweet feathered friends.
Bentley, the Tufted Titmouse, is working on the Black Oil Sunflower
The bluebird and kinglet
the bunting and dove,
the towhee and Barred Owl,
are birds that spell love.
Leonardo, the Eastern Bluebird, poses for a portrait.
The falcon and eagle,
the osprey and stork,
the hawk and Great Egret,
God's wonders galore.
The Great Egret in flight, with a Hooded Merganser in the background.
No matter the species,
the song or the call,
God's blessings have feathers,
and He made them all.
Copyright 2015, Curtis and Norma Beaird. All rights reserved.
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Curtis is originally from the Lone Star state, the town of Big Spring. He purchased this pencil drawing by artist Billy Hicks close to 40 years ago in West Texas. The pencil drawing is dated 1975 and is #58 of 100. The scene features a saloon owned by Judge Roy Bean. The eccentric judge was a famous saloon-keeper and Justice of the Peace in Val Verde County, Texas. He called himself, "The Law West of the Pecos". According to legend, Judge Roy held court in his saloon along the Rio Grande on a desolate stretch of the Chihuahuan Desert of southwest Texas.
Poem by Curtis Beaird
West Texas
Looks like God's country to me.
Land of the Sky. Roughnecks. Swampers.
Brick Layers and Journeyman Electricians.
Red Ford Pickups.
Odessa. Midland. Big Spring.
A Basin they call Permian and an Oil Refinery that lights the horizon in the night like the edge of a rising moon.
A BBQ pit made of red brick. Mesquite wood. A sauce that begins with a six pack of Coors.
Plenty on the plate and more where that came from.
Home made ice cream. A two gallon freezer of it, hand turned with a crank-wheel combo that looked like it was snatched from a Mac truck.
Room and plenty of it.
Space to move and think. Windmills that needed the leathers changed.
Water, lifted, pure, clear and cold as if from a mountain spring.
White-faced Herefords. Wind. Dry. Hot.
Doves over the tank at sundown.
The Milky Way studied from the back of a pickup truck.
Prairie scrub turned yellow gold in the night from the flaring of natural gas in fields dotted with drilling rigs and pump jacks.
Prickly Pear, Tumbleweeds and a Century Plant reaching for the sky.
Yep, looks like God’s country to me.
You can see forever.
Copyright 2015, Curtis and Norma Beaird. All rights reserved.
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The amazing Cardinal Climber vine will attract hummingbirds and butterflies to your yard. In this picture, you can see the pollen on the lovely bright red flower.
Photography by Curtis Beaird
Story and Poem by Norma Beaird
We planted the Cardinal Climber seeds in mid May. It takes approximately 90+ days for the flower to bloom. It does take a while, but it's well worth it. We actually over-planted the seeds so that we would have an explosion of red blooms. We also planted late because we were attempting to time it just right for Ruby-throated Hummingbird migration. During this time of year, birds are flying south to their winter location.
A Cloudless Sulphur butterflylands on the Cardinal Climber.
Butterflies love the Cardinal Climber!
We see these little yellow treasures flying all over the yard and all over the Cardinal Climber.
Every day, we walk outside to see more blooms!
Cardinal Climbers are native to North America, Asia, South Africa and the West Indies. They are members of the Morning Glory family. The South is the perfect place for planting Cardinal Climbers. Cardinal Climber plants need full sun to reach their full potential. They prefer rich, well drained soils, and they need to be watered frequently during dry periods.
And, the moment finally arrived.
There she was....
a beautiful and young Ruby-throated Hummingbird female. She is friendly and excited to see the abundance of Cardinal Climber blooms. She has been a regular visitor for several days!
We love to have fun and experiment with our photography. In this picture, we had sprayed the Cardinal Climbers with a fine mist of water. We were very careful to use a fine mist. This created little water droplets that add a unique dimension to the picture.
The Ruby-throated Hummingbirds,
migration fills the skies,
with yellow Cloudless Sulphurs,
and the many butterflies.
They fly south for the winter,
'cause the chill is coming soon,
We hope they stop and visit us,
They know that we have room.
For in the yard, we're ready,
with the Cardinal Climber vine,
our flying friends are welcome,
to come visit us sometime.
Copyright 2015, Curtis and Norma Beaird. All rights reserved.
Posted at 02:05 PM in Anxiety, Bird Watchers, Birding, Birds, Birds of Georgia, Birds on Radar, Birdwatching, Butterfly, Flowers, Nature, Poem, Poetry | Permalink | Comments (0)
The Homestead
Photography by Curtis and Norma Beaird
Poem by Norma Beaird
The goats and the roosters,
the ducks and the geese,
the hens and the guineas,
the fence and the trees.
The cabin and pasture,
the tractor and shed,
A day on the homestead,
with Mavis and Fred.
Miss Mavis cooks biscuits,
while Fred milks the cows,
and gathers the hen eggs,
and pushes the plow.
Their homestead is busy,
there's no time to waste,
The time's quickly changing,
and they must make haste.
They moved to the pine trees,
and deep in the woods,
with oil lamps and cast iron,
and plenty of food.
Their country is changing,
and it's getting worse,
and freedom is riding,
in a long 'ole black hearse.
For freedom is dying,
and fear rides the wind,
the changes are coming,
and they're 'round the bend.
So Fred and Miss Mavis,
will homestead and farm,
and gather up hay bales,
for their weathered barn.
And they'll count their blessings,
and spend time in prayer,
while reading the scriptures,
in their rocking chairs.
The times, they are changing,
but God's Word is true,
while skies may be stormy,
the Lord's sky is blue.
So Fred and Miss Mavis,
will live free and dine,
when rich folks are losing,
their money and minds.
When freedom is buried,
and money is gone,
and chaos is reigning,
and life is all wrong.
Their homestead is quiet,
the table is spread,
with bounty and blessings,
the family is fed.
Like Fred and Miss Mavis,
let's trust God today,
and cling to His promise,
and He'll make a way.
The times may be changing,
but cast fear aside,
Prepare and be faithful,
and He will provide.
Psalm 37:25
I have been young, and now am old; yet have I not seen the righteous forsaken, nor his seed begging bread.
Entire Chapter of Psalms 37 can be read here.
Psalm 84:11
For the Lord God is a sun and shield: the Lord will give grace and glory: no good thing will He withhold from them that walk uprightly.
Philippians 4:19
But my God shall supply all your need according to his riches in glory by Christ Jesus.
Copyright 2015, Curtis and Norma Beaird. All rights reserved.
Sunflower field next to an old wooden cabin in Montgomery County, Georgia
Photography by Curtis and Norma Beaird
Poem by Norma Beaird
To behold a sunflower is to LOVE a sunflower!
This beautiful flower is a ray of sunshine on a cloudy day.
It's a gentle reminder of the blessings of the Lord and how we can find happiness in the simple things of life......lovely moments in nature remind us that He is near.
When life shows up with circumstances that don't agree with our well-crafted agendas, a sunflower is a sign of hope, that even after a storm, the sun will shine again.
A sunflower is like melted butter on bread that has been toasted in a cast iron skillet. Their brightly hued petals tastes good to the soul on a planet filled with bitterness and tears.
Sunflowers like bees and bees like sunflowers! A bumble bee buzzes around a sunflower while this burst of yellow gold just stands there and screams
"I'm Happy and I'm Contagious"!
More Montgomery County sunflowers!
A sunflower reminds us of the innocence of a child, the sweetness of honey and the fragrance of orange groves. They invigorate us like raindrops through a cool mountain breeze while we sip on a hot cup of coffee! Sunflowers bring us comfort and peace.
Sunflowers are like happy people.....they smile at everyone they meet and give us another reason to have faith in God's glorious creation, which includes us. We were created in the image of God. Sunflowers are generous.....because they give so much more than they receive.
Sunflowers are like bananas because they are good for you. Sunflowers are nourishment for nature and food for the spirit. Just beholding one of these grand designs of creation will bring showers of optimism and tranquility in the desert of fear and anxiety.
Sunflowers pollinate the world with joy!
Sunflower fields should be a requirement on every highway and street.
Sunflower field in Montgomery County!
Sunflowers are a sign that God will take care of us.
They produce food for the birds and their seeds produce a starburst of promise.....a promise that as a seed is planted in the ground, the rain will fall and the sun will shine and the flowers will bloom again.
Another day, another sunflower....
in Montgomery County from volunteer Black Oil Sunflower Seed!
Copyright 2015, Curtis and Norma Beaird. All rights reserved.
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