Avian Snapshots
Text Box: I don’t need to know what kind of bird is singing to enjoy its song Blackbird in morning his dark body has swallowed the sun where he flies What a racket! Bold crows dive at the sleeping owl and chase him away Sudden stillness. My broom stops to let the redwing blackbird sing to me There in the distance that spot of pink - can it be? a flock of spoonbills Lonely country road - dove not used to cars, she flies under ours. Made it! Wings back, feet forward wild ducks alight on the pond then south for winter Blue heron at dusk stands in tall grass. Strong wings flap. Gone! Over the roof

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