If you're a bird, it's time for romance! The male Boat tail Grackles are courting now, the females are gathering nest material, but pretending they aren't impressed by all the posturing.
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
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