Category Archives: Chickadees

The Thing with Feathers

A late May frost overnight and in the grey light of dawn breath hangs visible in air still and cold as autumn. From the square a block over a cacophony of crows sounds, tormenting a fox into short, harsh shrieks. … Continue reading

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Wednesday Morning in Spring

At dawn (under the precise compass arc of the last half-round of moon, blackbirds and chickadees gather in a flutter of thin dark wings on the lagging lindens’ bare black branches of May to sing slight variations on their old songs … Continue reading

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