Category Archives: spring

field

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I notice this patch of sticking up foliage in amongst the green of the farmer’s field as I drive back from somewhere south of here.

It sticks out, this creamy spot of different.  Maybe the sun hits it just right.   I want to stop to take a picture but the speed limit and the barely there shoulders make it too hard.  I commit it to memory.

It’s awfully pretty where I live.

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nest

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The nest is in the tall coniferous bush between us and our neighbour’s driveway.  Mom and Dad Robin regularly swoop at us when we pass by.

I try to take the long way round and give them space.

Yesterday, from the porch I could make out a hungry baby stretching for a snack.  There are at least two.  The robins guard them protectively.

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