I am often found trancing in the death drop love dance of the hummingbird. The wee engorged upon the fragrance of yellow blossom, harbinger of a humble fruit for crimson or vermilion wine, for jellies, jams and pies, fine renderings though I am one with small patience for such craft. Inclined instead to take the […]
If you live long enough, you will learn of birds. If you live long enough in one place, you will learn of individual birds. Then, if you have eyes for it, you will learn the birds have learned of you.