Category Archives: Critters

Squirrel Time

Surveying my environment, I see a harbinger, appearing to embody now: a squirrel ten feet up a tree, supporting in his mouth a large biscotti. That cookie’s winter fare – it’s not a food suggesting February leads to spring. And … Continue reading

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Avicide

At half past nine this morning, as I sat beside my window, reading news and clues to puzzles, I was startled by the flat concussion of a missile off its cruise: a sparrow struck the pane and fell on deck. … Continue reading

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Web Weather

The peach I bought was mealy. Local plums are past their prime, and golden nectarines look better than they taste. The season comes of evening chill and wafting wind that cleans the air and scours faded leaves from trees. It’s … Continue reading

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Stripey and the Yard Birds

I saw two hummingbirds beneath the crows that visited, the bold above the shy. The corvids sat the looming tree, in rows of roosting gossip, as trochilidae sought nectar from the blossoms in the yard (the nicotiniana over sage). The … Continue reading

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Wag

Her tail can be disruptive as the surf, inscribing in the air a hemi-dome, for when my dog is first released on turf, her nether end darts like a metronome. Her ecstasy’s reflected in the move, like counterpoint to action … Continue reading

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Garden Gnome

My garden has a dozen shades of green, a peppering of purple, yellow, white, and red, below a jacaranda screen pale violet against the summer light. It features branches, flowers, leaves, and vines. It welcomes birds and makes the squirrels … Continue reading

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Seeking Sneaking Sun

When I sit in the sun I’m overhot, but inside it’s too chill to bare my knees. Now matter where I opt for, I forgot the fickleness of sixty-five degrees in summer – shifting from the inside out and back … Continue reading

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