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While walking the drive,A young eagle perched, upon a wood fence post.We neared, they flapped, only to land on the next post.Again and once again, post to post,Until the fenceline ended. Continue reading
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The Unveiling
Pasture grass glistened from last night’s rain. As she circled, her amnionic sac protruded, then vanished. She laid back down. Head up, she chewed cud and rested. Overhead clouds broke. Angled light shafts scattered across the valley. Standing again she walked a few feet, looked… Continue reading
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Apricot Leaf: Birth and Resurrection
Last night’s wind fell the last of the apricot leaves. Their fall ends a remarkable season. From spring birth to grounded resting they served us simple beauty, remarkable shade on a hundred-degree summer day, and protected their natural treed sibling: the apricot.… Continue reading
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All of Day
Butterflies are flying. I have set the irrigation lines and I’m now heading to turn on the irrigation pump. I notice small white and orange butterflies, of to my left, as I drive the four-wheeler along the eastern edge of the hayfield. I’m… Continue reading



