A hummer flew above the clouds
Surveyed life below
Back and forth, up and down
Erratic movements buzzed
Paused against gray sky’s hold
Suspended looking down
Next instant released
Fell into a frolic
Rummaged through the weeds
A tractor was out plowing a field and making lots of dust in the cool of the evening. The wind blew the dust over the clearwater ditch and into the bosque. Mr pT, a pterodactyl formerly known as a Great blue Heron, was wading in the clearwater ditch, took flight, and flew through the dust into the bosque.
A turkey’s lurking in the weeds
I think she sees me, yes indeed
That’s alright miss turkey lurk
I’ll leave you be to dust and scratch
I’ll leave you to your turkey work
Laurie: Do these binoculars need to be cleaned?
Me: Can you see through them?
Laurie: I see a colorful Bird through his dirty windshield.
Me: They don’t need to me cleaned then.
Video clips of pair of Snowy Egrets in the clearwater ditch with flamenco guitar accompaniment. I am playing the Tientos for this video.