Just arrived for his winter vacation in the sun, is Mr. Wood Stork. He was stalking around on the other side of the lake, but I’m hoping he’ll venture over to my backyard so I can get a good closeup. Wood Storks stand about 3 feet tall and have a wingspan of about 5 feet, so he’s slightly smaller than the Great Blue Heron and the Great Egret.
The Wood Stork is the only stork found in North America, so American babies must be brought by these, and not the White Stork as is tradition. I couldn’t resist sharing this cute stork poem with you.
You know the stork brings babies,
But did you also know
He comes and gets the older folks
When it’s their time to go?
Zooms right down and scoops them up,
Then flaps back out the door
And flies them to the factory where
They all were made before.
And there their skin is tightened up,
Their muscles all are toned,
Their wrinkles all are ironed out,
They’re given brand-new bones.
Ol’ bent backs are straightened up,
New teeth are added too,
Tired hearts are all repaired
And made to work like new.
Their memories are all removed
And they’re shrunk down, and then
The stork flies them back down to earth
As newborn babes again. ~
Shel Silverstein
Happy Sunday!!
Now, here is a poem for a cheerful start of the day. Must log on to my work computer now. Thank you for the laughs and your charming company, precious. Till later….
Thanks, Paula. I’m glad the poem made you smile. I thought it was really cute. 🙂
What a wonderful array of birdlife you have Sylvia…have I met Mr Wood Stork before? I couldn’t remember! And thanks for the poem, love it 🙂 xx
Yes, Mr. Woodstork was here last year, and actually got married exactly one year ago on my blog. 🙂 https://anotherday2paradise.wordpress.com/2014/12/04/a-lakeside-wedding/
I saw another one yesterday, and I’m not sure who’s male or female, but the second one just walked past the first one without even pausing to say “Hi.” If it’s the same couple, the honeymoon sure wore off very quickly. 😦
I can spend hours watching them, seeing them fly is such pure joy.
Me too, Charlie. 🙂
A beautiful bird!
Yes he is, but he has a face that only a mother could love. 🙂
love the poem !
Love it!
Fab poem 😀
Thanks, I’m glad you like it too. 🙂
Ha, Ha, thanks for the cute poem, Sylvia.
Glad you enjoyed it, Geralyn. 🙂
He’s another handsome bird, I didn’t know that storks helped with reincarnation, what fun!
Yes, you often learn something new when you visit me, Gilly. 🙂
Beautiful poem Sylvia and the photo too!
Thanks so much, DellaAnna. 🙂
what a lovely visit with Mr. Stork! nice poem, Sylvia! 🙂
I was so happy to see Mr. Wood Stork here. Hope he hadn’t come to take anyone away. 😕
Very interesting. A brilliant combination of poem and lovely picture.
Thanks so much. You sure do have a lot of fascinating gadgets on your blog. 🙂
what a lovely poem Sylvia 🙂
I also loved it, Tandy. 🙂
So now we know the truth 😉
That’s one fine feathery coat he is sporting Sylvia ! I wonder if he’ll have a nice welcome from the *locals …
Yes, isn’t it so nice to know, Poppy? 🙂 I haven’t seen him again, but I do hope they welcome him.
This poem is absolutely wonderful. I love it 🙂
Thanks, Rosie. Glad I shared it. 🙂
What a sweet poem.
Looks like you are developing quite the zoo at your house!
Isn’t it just? Yes, all new members are graciously received by me and my camera. 🙂
This poem brought a huge smile to my face, Sylvia! xxxx
Mine too, Dianne. It sort of cheered me up about losing my mom. 🙂
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Thank you 😘
Love the poem!!!
Thanks, Suzanne. It’s a really cute poem. 🙂
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I love that poem. It’s a very happy thought 🙂
Me too. 😃
Mr. Stork has such lovely feathers which I like his “tannish”-brown ones. I think the ironing our yhe wrinkles and shrinking the older ones into babies was a sweet and clever way of “recycling,” Sylvia. 😉
Yes he does have beautiful feathers, Robin. I often wish that I had feathers instead of hair. 🙂
Would you choose the colorful feathers of a parrot or cockatiel or the simpler less “loud” colors of an owl or wren? 🙂 Being a robin, I don’t mind the “red breast” now that I am an adult, but as a child it would embarrass me.
I would love the quieter colours of the turtle dove.
Most of all I loved the poem… looking forward to those repaired bones and such! 😉
Hahaha I’ll be happy to get rid of my femur scar and to get my young hair back again. 😃👍👯
So many creatures to enjoy here in Florida!! Too cute. Cheryl
Thanks, Cheryl. Yes, we’re so lucky here. 😃
The more the merrier!
Wonderful poem, Sylvia. ❤
Thanks, Jill. Glad you enjoyed. 🙂
He’s a beauty.
Yes he is. 🙂
This take is awesome!
I didn’t know the poem , thanks for the share….
Thanks so much. I’m happy you enjoyed the poem. 🙂
Great poëm and you may sent him after winter to my garden so I can makes also his photo. !
Thanks, Marylou. I wish I could do that for you. 🙂
I enjoyed the highlight of this incredible stork, Sylvia. 🙂
Thanks so much, Jet. 🙂
love Mr. Stork- look forward to more close ups!
Thanks, Lisa. I really hope he comes back again. 🙂
The first time I saw him, I was shocked to see its unlovable face 🙂 but it is one of my fave bird in FL. It has its own unique character.
I agree about the face, Mona Liza. They do have a certain charm though. 🙂
FUN poem! We’ve been enjoying the return of the wood storks, the white pelicans, and a profusion of snowbirds as well. Florida is for the birds!
Oh yes, lots of snowbirds here too. 🙂
What an absolutely beautiful poem! What a nice way to look at the Cycle of Life! As for your image it is gorgeous!! Great post, my friend! Thank you! ❤
Thanks, Amy. I thought it a charming poem. It really makes sense doesn’t it? 😀
Ohh what a cute poem Sylvia… I’ve never heard that before. Great photo as well. Have a nice Sunday
Thanks, Kathy. You too. 😃
I love how the stork stands out against the green grass
Thank you for linking up
Thanks, Darren. My pleasure always. 😃
Such a sweet poem:)
Yes, I’m glad you enjoyed the poem. 🙂
I for sure could use a bit of skin tightening. 😦
Well. you’ll just have to wait for the next time around. 🙂
Very nice picture of Mr. Stork. If I were in your position, I would be crazy trying very hard to take pictures of wild life around.
That poem is a complete story of how babies come and how old people go. I will remember this now.
Happy Sunday!
Thanks, YC. Yes, I’m always grabbing my camera. Some photos turn out well and others not so good. 🙂 Glad you liked the poem.
Aw, what a cute poem. Such a nice thought, isn’t it? And the picture is gorgeous. I’d love to see one of these storks. 🙂
Thanks, Cathy. Hubby says he saw a Pelican yesterday over at the other house. It’s a great time of year for bird spotting. 🙂