Chickadee :: A Poem for the Third Sunday of Advent
There are a few lucky – or perhaps I should say patient – people out there who have felt this half ounce of joy in the palm of their hand. It is a m...
Category: birds
Why the blackbird sings after supper
Three days after Easter I see my first red-winged blackbird by the river. I was sitting on the porch after supper. It was my son who spotted them first, and tol...