Tuesday, June 3, 2025, 44* 0700
Leaves divide Soleil’s rays, determine where she shines. Behind the trees not fully leafed a few white clouds linger. I may never know what wallowed against the current yesterday. I know it wasn’t Mariah. This morning, the pond is undisturbed as Soleil crosses to the other side on her way past the house, up the hill to shine in the eyes of those going somewhere unknown to me.
The Red-eyed Vireo is always the first to speak when we arrive outside, joined this morning after a while by three Warblers, Blue Jays and a new voice – Great Crested Flycatcher. The morning recording overlaid with my voice talking to the three, talking about puppy footprints on the deck asking if they were ready to go inside.
Dew is the perfect glue for black soil coating puppy feet
leaving me a trail to follow.
Art: LJ Austin
