Today had been a day of storms, of squalls alternating with heavy rain, sunshine and hail. A visitor landed in the garden across the lane, brightly arrayed with auburn plumage, fluffed out against the weather. I hurried to find the camera, clicked and zoomed and clicked again as he posed, turned, peered round at the sound, posed again and – sedately – walked away.
A cheap lens is
false economy – weak zoom
gives fuzzy pheasant.
For Haibun Monday at dVerse. The haiku says it all – I don’t have a photo to illustrate my story!
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Great description – and I had to laugh with your conclusion. I know that experience too well!
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Ah Viv .. happy you caught his image in your haibun .. your haiku burns in my heart 😦
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The images are perfect even without the snap…lovely!
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Gorgeous, Viv. I love that “fuzzy pheasant!”
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Smiling I am….at your humorous haiku today. Fuzzy pheasants and headless horsemen — my kind of pics!
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I’m no good with a camera so mine would have been fuzzy as well. Your haibun is a clear photo though so I did get to see it.
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🙂
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The sounds in poetry transfer texture and image as well as the meaning of words. I think that was true in ancient haiku and is evident in yours here. We see the fuzzy pheasant..and the out of focus photo as well. I liked this a lot.
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A haibun or haiku: the words used is meant to create the image. I often wonder if we don’t cheat ourselves by using a photo prompt? Would the haiku or haibun work, or stand alone without it? Yours worked beautifully.
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Thank you. I agree, which is why I didn’t Google “images of pheasants” to go with it!
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It’s all about focus and perspective! I so enjoyed this.
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Some captures are fuzzy, but the memory lingers. Doesn’t it?
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Buer
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Typo! I meant Bummer Apparently, my “m” key isn’t awake yet.
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Love your humorous haiku, Viv!
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Storms in our part of France as well – but no bedraggled pheasant to cheer us up! A gently humorous poem, very nice read this morning.
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Oh I hate when that happens – even without the picture we could visualize the event
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pheasants are hard to capture, even a good lens graces us with fuzziness of the event.
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Love your phuzzy pheasant, Viv! We have many pheasants here as well but rarely get close enough for a photo.
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Pheasants are beautiful, even when fuzzy.
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I love those unexpected moments of nature that happen and make us go running for our cameras or our binoculars! Love your “fuzzy pheasant!”
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Too bad, smiles ~ We need to have a good lens to capture that ~
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Fuzzy pheasant! I like that. The photo to use would have been the photo in the prompt post. Surprise is always a wonderful element to write about and when done with humor, even better!
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I love those kind of surprises nature offers and how you took a famous poem for a title.
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I love the gentle humour of this.
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Ha.. We need the perfect lens to capture those pheasants
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Fuzzy pheasant! Viv, that’s inspired alliteration!
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🙂
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