April 27, 2026










The bush is littered with buds

                about to explode.

The sun’s angle

exposes the abundance of spider webs

and a house finch

hops happily alongside

the bumble bees, whose

shadows tip us off

that they are present.

Red bellied woodpecker sings nearby.

Signs of May have flipped into April

And April will be left behind.




Earlier than usual ride, therefore, I got to see the goats in the sun, happy.


The rookery was 73 and beautiful, just beautiful.  There was a butterfly  or two, a large dragonfly, some May flies and a lot of songs surrounding me.  I think they must have been in the woods to my other side singing away.  

















The eagle arrived, perched on that branch and was there the rest of the time I was there.   He was watching the meadow not the water, I'm sure the rodent population is out. 

The first year I hung out here these spaces of old cat tails were more marshy.  I remember there was a green heron that hung out for a bit and a bittern.  I haven't seen either since this began to look like an ocean of reeds which doesn't mean they are not there.    There were a lot of turtles today, too.







Once again there were solo turkeys here and there.  I did catch this Tom.  I was really far away from him, though.

Think I am going to create a photo show on the theme of Vulnerability Amongst Tranquility: Change.

Fragile egg shells

A robin's egg on the ground.
If I touch it 
will it crush?
Will my fingers
turn it towards dust?
Should I stomp on it?
Get it over with,
not worry that it might?
Fragile, inescapable
vulnerable strength. 

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