I thought he was whistling
as he walked up the walk
but it was a robin.
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A poet and naturalist tries to find poetry in every day
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- April 30: More about the cat and spring
- April 29: Why did the chicken cross the road?
- April 28: Wind and rain
- April 27: First greens
- April 26: Beth's Farmstand
- April 25: Overheard
- April 24: Cathance River
- April 23: Whistling
- April 22: Watching the Sox
- April 21: Vivid
- April 20: Driving / Rain
- April 19: Peepers
- April 18: Snail found in the garden after a long w...
- April 17: Birthday
- April 16: Deer crossing
- April 15: Home again
- April 14: Wet dream
- April 13: Spring fever
- April 12: Solar powered
- April 11: Kestrel
- April 10: Scavenging
- April 9: Why am I still writing about snow?
- April 8: Parameters
- April 7: Opening Day
- April 6: March Madness
- April 5: Easter morning
- April 4: Hokusai
- April 3: Migration
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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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