This morning I chuckled to see a great-crested flycatcher swoop across the lawn to perch on a tall blue spike of lupine, which of course immediately fell over under the bird's weight. But the flycatcher kept its balance and hung on, swaying atop the flower as if it meant all along to make a pretty perch out of it.
Flycatcher sputters--
a flower isn't the most
secure of perches.
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