We met a wee toddler with his parents on the canyon trail this morning.
This afternoon, I saw the junco father with his recently hatched little ones. They were finding things to eat in the shade garden. The father flew up to the pine, landed on a branch just above me, and ticked a bit — it was just like old times.
on the mountain low
in the flower bee
free in the canyon
to see until night
August 5, 2022
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Categories: A Few More Scratches