Mom calls from Florida to tell
how a crane ate Cheerios
from her hand.
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A poet and naturalist tries to find poetry in every day
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- November 30: End of November
- November 29: Mozart on the radio
- November 28: Long drive home after Thanksgiving di...
- November 27: In bed
- November 26: Like living in a snow globe
- November 25: Monday
- November 24: Dim sum
- November 21: Wake up
- November 20: Goddess of Love
- November 19: First snowflakes
- November 18: Frost Moon
- November 17: Road trip
- November 16: Warmth of a sleeping cat.
- November 15: Heavy frost
- November 14: It's so dark so early now
- November 13: Carolina Wren visits our feeder
- November 12: Blue / moon
- November 11: Bird's tail
- November 10: Sleeping bird
- November 9: Lying awake, listening to the dark
- November 8: In the air
- November 7: Dark so early
- November 6: Sandhill Cranes
- November 5: We vote at the firehouse in my hometown
- November 4: Driving to work
- November 3: Urban birding
- November 2: Day of the Dead
- November 1: After the rain stopped
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About Me
- Kristen Lindquist
- Camden, Maine
- I am a birder, poet, and writer most interested in animals, vegetables, and minerals, living in my hometown in Midcoast Maine.
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