While we're talking on the phone
season's first Osprey
flies downriver.
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A poet and naturalist tries to find poetry in every day
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- April 30: Sun-day
- April 29: Roadside wonders
- April 28: Brigadoon
- April 27: Bryant Park
- April 26: In the museum
- April 25: Into spring
- April 24: Harbor
- April 23: Rare bird
- April 22: Earth Day
- April 21: In the dark
- April 20: Birdsong
- April 19: Tulips
- April 18: Pairs
- April 17: Birthday
- April 16: Easter Sunday
- April 15: Bird in the kitchen
- April 14: Early bird
- April 13: Nesting
- April 12: Yellow
- April 11: Pink Moon
- April 10: Spring is in the air
- April 9: We discover snowdrops
- April 8: Roadside Jesus
- April 7: Current events
- April 6: Sighting
- April 5: Emergence
- April 4: Spring afternoon
- April 3: Liminal season
- April 2: On the bus
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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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