Mice

June 12, 2021

Incredible crescent moon. Cold nights, cool days, green. Rhubarb out of control! Two antelope on far hill, sunstruck, cloudless blue sky, just enjoying the sun on their bodies. In the foreground, in the yard, up high in the chokecherries, a mated pair of waxwings, chests facing east, doing the same; perched there for a long time even as others whirred and whirled away and past, feeding, or flurrying, whatever. Big rattlesnake on Solstice Hill. Coiled. Callie pointed it. Tessy and Pony not much interested. The pronghorn came down into the yard.


Juneteenth, 2021
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