Golden Wattle Stories, Dreams, and Poems

We're ancient helpers of humans  Yes Jobs we've had  Now we wander and survive  I see them out my window every day  A flock on the powerline  The many small puffs of grey  We love to just hang out together  In the sunshine  Admiring the view  And visit the pet cockatiels out the back  Collecting some crumbs  And finding another good spot  To hang out  Many don't find us beautiful  But beauty's in the eye of the beholder  And to a pigeon  Another pigeon is the most beautiful creature  Yes we find love with one another  When some of us pair up  And the human has seen us  Kissing eachother with our beaks  And singing our cooing song  We love being free and surviving together as a flock  Finding food and water flying together  Then coming back as one  The roof is also a good place to hang out  Up so high  Sometimes we see the human outside  And we look ...

Little peewee bird in the front yard  Little peewee bird foraging in the grass  Little peewee birds with family so close  Little peewee bird sees me and knows  I am her friend but please keep your distance  Little peewee bird is just so small and fragile  Little peewee bird up on the powerline  Little peewee bird wings out calls and says  I'm the king of the castle though I'm small  But look at me this is my home and I know  I'm beautiful and shiny in black and white feathers  A little face and little beak  I'm a part of nature and I'm free  Please look up to me and respect me  I'm proud when I trumpet my song  Be my friend, watch my adventures, come along