A mob’s the same in any age
fickle, shouting, filled with rage.
Ready to love, ready to hate
they welcomed Jesus at the gate
waving palms, Hosannas loud
a surging, eager, hopeful crowd…

who hung him from a cross…

© Maureen Sudlow

Palm Sunday

‘so they took branches of palm trees and went out to meet Him, shouting, “Hosanna!  Blessed is the one who comes in the name of the Lord – ”
John 12:13


foraging along the fence-line
a quiver of quails
in grey morning coats
and feathered fascinators
creating small dust bowls
among the dried grass
reaching the bushes
in staccato dashes

© Maureen Sudlow

– a heap of Californian Quails out by the fence last night.  If you look closely at that first photo you’ll see the bushes are full of them.  Hard to catch though – they move in quick darts..

(click on any photo for more detail)