Saturday, July 11, 2026, 74.4* F, 72% RH, 0842
Stopped on my way to flowers to pull weeds in the driveway. Cone flowers fully open, Evening Primrose in bud, Lupine, only greenery. Not wearing gloves, the weeds woven with spider webs I left and the prickly wild raspberry.
I have often heard and wondered what bird made that staccato sound. Each time I waited with Merlin for it to happen again, it didn’t. As we enjoyed the morning, it was heard amidst 15 other voices – an Osprey. A voice, a sound, not music. Wild. The same category as American Crow, Downy Woodpecker. Unlike the soothing sound of: Northern Cardinal, Nashville Warbler, Cedar Waxwing, Gray Catbird, White-breasted Nuthatch, American Goldfinch, Common Yellowthroat, Brown Creeper, White-throated Sparrow, Black-and-white Warbler, Ovenbird, Chestnut-sided Warbler, Red-eyed Vireo.
The giants began barking before the red truck was seen in the driveway. Zayne vanished through the open door into the safety of his room, would not come to the kitchen for breakfast.
There are visions that do not soothe us.
Photo: LJ Austin
