Yes, they do fall. And they make a noise. The ones we wish we had seen, and the ones we don't yet know we want to see. There's just no way to soften the hard fact that beauty and grace and light and the reddest feathers you could ever wait to see all happen behind our backs and without the slightest apology for the show that goes on second by second even now as you and I focus merely on the end of this sentence.
Carol just spoke with me on the phone about the pair of summer tanagers she saw today. In the Live Oak. While I was at work on the ambulance. Six point three miles away. Behind my back.
(Courtesy: animals.nationalgeographic.com)
She and I compete each year to see who can identify the first this or that bird. Usually the scissor-tailed flycatcher, the kestrel, and the painted bunting. But any spotting can provide opportunity.
More lovelies flowering, whether we see them or not. (Harlin saw these.)
Carol just spoke with me on the phone about the pair of summer tanagers she saw today. In the Live Oak. While I was at work on the ambulance. Six point three miles away. Behind my back.
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| Piranga cooperi |
She and I compete each year to see who can identify the first this or that bird. Usually the scissor-tailed flycatcher, the kestrel, and the painted bunting. But any spotting can provide opportunity.
More lovelies flowering, whether we see them or not. (Harlin saw these.)
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| Cutleaf evening primrose (Oenothera laciniata) |
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| Rock Lettuce, or White Dandelion (Pinaropappus roseus) |
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| Verbena |
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| Nightshade (Solanum triquetrum) |
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| Wild Garlic |
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| Bitterweed (Hymenoxys scaposa) |
