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CCLI
Zhanna P. Rader
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A yellow warbler
on a budding branch — the gold
of his plume and song...
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CCLII
Vaughn Seward
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Falcon's return...
a female rival occupies
the old nest.
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| This happened in Edmonton in the Spring of 2007. Biologists had tracked a female perigon falcon all the way to Central America on its wintering flight. When she got back this spring another female had gotten there first and had taken over the nest and her mate. An all out fight ensued and the two took flight to a nearby backyard. After a couple of similar tussles over the course of a day or two the returning female flew off, apparently to find another mate. Ironically, this falcon did the same thing to an incumbent female the previous year. |
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CCLIII
Michele Harvey
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gentle song
embracing the farmstead
a bluebird
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CCLIV
Vaughn Seward
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Wing tip
to soaring wing tip —
bald eagle.
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CCLV
Dana-Maria Onica
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summer sunrise~
the guardian eye
of the crow
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CCLVI
Vaughn Seward
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Gone for food...
a cowbird sneaks in, and
leaves a gift.
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CCLVII
Dana-Maria Onica
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nightingale...
the others are
just birds
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CCLVIII
Vaughn Seward
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Summer morning...
loud, honking geese
fly overhead.
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CCLIX
Dana-Maria Onica
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feeding pigeons~
today, my hand...
a little closer
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CCLX
Vaughn Seward
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I try to snooze
but a crow caws...
and caws.
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CCLXI
Hortensia Anderson
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Across the pond
a raven flies darker
than his shadow
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CCLXII
Michele Harvey
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woven
into the drought stillness
a wren's song
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CCLXIII
Billie Dee
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stifling heat
the only thing moving
a heron's gold eye
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CCLXIV
Hortensia Anderson
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Moonlight
gathered in his feathers —
snowy owl
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CCLXV
Zhanna P. Rader
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Gray-blue haze
envelopes the woods —
crows’ distant caws...
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CCLXVI
Vaughn Seward
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Side walk —
a twig the robin pecks at
starts to move.
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CCLXVII
Hugh Bygott
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Pallid dawn —
a Currawong restrains its call . . .
another parch’d day.
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CCLXVIII
Zhanna P. Rader
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An osprey
perched in a snag —
fish in its talons...
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CCLXIX
Vaughn Seward
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A seagull descends
upon the empty space...
handicap zone.
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CCLXX
Zhanna P. Rader
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Dew for a prism,
the sun burns a weaver nest —
panic in the tree.
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CCLXXI
Bob Loomis
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A hike at dusk —
gliding under bare oak limbs
was that an owl?
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CCLXXII
Zhanna P. Rader
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The mockingbird's song,
connecting the tree
to the sky.
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CCLXXIII
Who?
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CCLXXIV
Zhanna P. Rader
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The nightingale's trills,
breaking the linguistic barrier
between us.
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