A friend related today how she'd rescued an Osprey that had fallen down a smokestack. And my sister got a new hip.
In a dream, cupped bird,
my hands a nest.
How much can we save?
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A poet and naturalist tries to find poetry in every day
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- June 27-29: Weekend at Claybrook Mountain Lodge
- June 26: Awakened by rain
- June 25: Summer rain
- June 24: Questionable beetle
- June 23: Subtle dramas of the evening walk
- June 22: Waxwings
- June 21: Solstice
- June 20: Summer moths
- June 19: Daisies in the dark
- June 18: Flare-up
- June 17: On the trail
- June 16: Fields of gold
- June 15: Wildcat Mountain
- June 14: On Mount Washington
- June 13: June full moon, hidden
- June 12: Fickle cat
- June 11: Flying right over our heads
- June 10: Rescue
- June 9: Heat
- June 8: Snapping Turtle
- June 7: Catbird
- June 6: Reunion
- June 5: Red-tail on high
- June 4: Koi
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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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