I hear it singing
down by the river.
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A poet and naturalist tries to find poetry in every day
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- May 31: Trail run
- May 30: Maple leaves like fat green hands
- May 29: Nest
- May 28: Pedicure
- May 27: Rain again
- May 26: Home again
- May 25: Rare bird
- May 24: Day's end
- May 23: Monhegan twilight
- May 22: Lawnmower, Early evening
- May 21: Trillium
- May 20: Violets
- May 19: Warbler wave
- May 18: Overgrown
- May 17: Cathedral Woods
- May 16: On island
- May 15: Yellow Warbler
- May 14: Leafing out
- May 13: Kale popcorn
- May 12: Early morning
- May 11: Ospreys
- May 10: Owlets
- May 9: North Haven
- May 8: Blackflies
- May 7: Mortality
- May 6: Lucky day
- May 5: Before sunset
- May 4: I hear my first Black-throated Green Warble...
- May 3: Fox kits at Schoodic Point
- May 2: Sweeping away the cobwebs
- May 1: May begins with rain
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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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