I wondered what the blue jay was hiding so carefully: a peanut! The wind and rain have stowed some small, pale blue, and milky white eggs on the lawn…robins’s? The trillium flowers are not quite there yet.
Who knew stinging nettles could be so tasty?
Apex predator, long, long ago. Probably didn’t dine on stinging nettle risotto.
Meanwhile, spring continues to spring forth.
Canada is so young.
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I watched a video this morning which lead me to watching the Cornell Lab’s live cam on Kauai Laysan Albatrosses… kind of soothing. Imagine being at sea for six years, and having to learn to walk again.
I started writing a poem, as one does. It is NaPoWriMo, after all.
Chilly, and broken-sharp
Gypsum bones in the wind:
Thoughts swirl; pile on
Not crystalline, not clear.
Those devilish details,
the little cat mews.
I’ll not harp; never mind.
The urge has gone; never fear.
Wails and fails…
But thanks iac, ScienceNews.
Has the sun set on satire in children’s stories? Who Will Think of the Children?
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