Monday, May 13, 2013

Last night a mighty wind and this morning

...endless singing. Sparrows everywhere you look.


White-crowned. White-throated. Harris's. Song. A few lingering Fox.

4 comments:

theresa said...

A perfect found poem, Brenda! (Orange-crowned warblers here...)
tk

Kathy H said...

Sometimes a big wind is a good event.

Gerald Hill said...

The "mighty wind" wouldn't be H, would it?

Brenda Schmidt said...

Thanks, Theresa! Yay for the orange-crowned!

I agree, Kathy. Big winds often bring nice surprises. Or in this case the expected wave of migrants, a week late, but finally passing through.

Haha, very funny, Gerry.