Even the cat (who is strictly an indoor cat) seems to be suffering from cabin fever.
Cat out the open door,
no hesitation
on the cold front step.
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- March 31: Easter flowers
- March 30: Feels like spring
- March 29: Geese
- March 28: Crocuses
- March 27: Crows at dusk
- March 26: Moonlight
- March 24: New butterfly
- March 23: Dining on the beach
- March 22: Beach of shells
- March 21: Pelicans
- March 19: Alligators
- March 18: Beach
- March 17: No cat
- March 16: Contradance
- March 15: Hooded Merganser
- March 14: Return
- March 13: New Pope
- March 12: Cursive
- March 10: Daylight Saving Time
- March 9: Receding snow
- March 8: Light
- March 7: Out the door
- March 6: Afternoon flurries
- March 5: One of those songs
- March 4: Pairs of ducks
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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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