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Nature's No Motherly Love

the cuckoo in spring needs to suss out homely nest comes with baring gifts... adoption not an option a brood parasite in lieu 17/2/2022 Entered a Brian Strand Tanka contest.

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Carolyn Devonshire

Date: 2/3/2021 10:05:00 AM

Can't help but wonder which bird laid its eggs in another bird's nest. Maybe this happens regularly? I doubt there are many humans who would welcome the orphaned egg/bird into their homes. Compelling thoughts. Hugs, Carolyn

Anitha Jayasankar

Date: 2/1/2021 1:40:00 AM

Loved this Harry. I have heard of brood parasites, but don't know more. Will search and find. Nature's No Motherly love... apt title. Nice Tanka. God bless ~ Ani

Richard Lamoureux

Date: 1/31/2021 8:04:00 AM

I like how you express yourself Harry. Top shelf stuff my friend.

Angela Crabtree

Date: 1/30/2021 4:10:00 PM

Great poem, harry. I don't know much about the cuckoo. Your poem makes me want to learn more :)

Mystic Rose Rose

Date: 1/30/2021 12:28:00 PM

Birds are strange creatures Harry, then again so are we lol, thanks for the read, God bless !

Sara Kendrick

Date: 1/29/2021 4:53:00 AM

Interesting work. Interesting bird. We have several birds over here that steal nest and then one called a Brown headed cowbird that lays its eggs in a nest for another bird family to raise. I enjoyed reading your work. Thanks for dropping by my page. Sara

Eve Roper

Date: 1/28/2021 6:16:00 PM

Great Tanka, Harry, rely on others to raise their young. Hugs Eve

Demetrios Trifiatis

Date: 1/28/2021 11:27:00 AM

Amazing insight, my dearest friend, harry! Marvelously written! Much enjoyed!

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 1/28/2021 10:52:00 AM

and that' nature for ya!!

Akkina Downing

Date: 1/28/2021 7:06:00 AM

I used to have a few of them, and yes they can be annoying early in the morning, but it is the sign of life welcoming a new day... Great poem, Harry.