Neighborhood birds today, the White Ibis were napping in the pine tops and the female American Kestrel was hunting over a neighbors hayfield. I keep working closer to the Kestrel, but she is shy and won't tolerate much company.
Early in the morning, when the otters swim the creek. and the sun is in the cypress, There's no more a soul may seek. Climbing higher, ever higher, Til the forest seems to flame. For a single fleeting instant The world is not the same