No snow, no ice, no winter, still not spring, as we are halfway to vernal equinox we wait both for spring and winter. Midway, in limbo, we listen to the si-da, si-da from the great tits making territorial claims to trees and bushes. On Sunday we went for a walk on unfamiliar paths, and had a wind-chilled picnic dressed in our warm down-jackets, at home we took afternoon coffee by the fireplace.
the long tailed tit
visiting the hazel-tree —
a peeping tom
Today Frank hosts the haibun Monday at dVerse, with the theme being Groundhog day which originates in the Christian Holiday Candlemass. Normally we should still have winter where I live, but it has been unseasonably warm this year.
The long tailed tit is an adorable bird that essentially looks like a white fluffy ball with a long handle. We have a hazel tree right outside our window so the visiting birds stared right into our room.
February 3, 2025
Björn Rudbergs writings 
I didn’t realise that Groundhog Day originated in Candlemas. I love the way you celebrate the coming of spring and the long tailed tit in your haibun, Björn. The weather has been the same over here: ‘No snow, no ice, no winter, still not spring’, and I have seen quite a range of birds from the window at the weekend.
Bjorn, I like the playful double-entendres in your haibun. About the birds looking in your window, bluebirds have tried to get to the green, calling indoor houseplants in spring more than once here. Do you gather hazelnuts from your tree? The picnic sounds wonderful. It’s good to get fresh air after being inside for awhile.
Your haibun made me smile!
The birds are a harbinger of spring!
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I love the understated longing for winter in this one, Bjorn!
Bjorn, I can feel your state of in between. Not really having winter or spring. I would gladly share some snow with you. Love how you have woven the birds into your haibun.
Wonderful haibun and a lovely haiku. ☺️
A glimpse into nature through the eye of a pen….I guess a soft winter means an undefined spring…
Loved your haibun, though it depressed me quite a lot… being grinded to pieces it still feels good that fox might thrive a bit.
fabulous haibun Björn
much♡lovr
A lovely Haibun Bjorn
How nice! I love a good bird-based haiku. The haibun pairs perfectly.
Oh I like this a lot….with all that you observe,enjoy and appreciate, even in a seasonal state of limbo. We have the “tufted titmouse” variety in my area. There is a park a few miles away where you they will eat from your hand.
An interesting post, Bjorn. Does the tit get its name from the sound it makes. Her we have a bird called a titmouse!
Your poem is wonderful, Bjorn
I love the peeping To, tit
What a beautiful poem, Bjorn! Sounds like you had a wonderful day!
Yvette M Calleiro 🙂
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I love nature and I love your haibun and the birds.