While hiking along the Georges River canal path this morning in Warren, amid the ruins of the 19th century canal, close to the rushing water...
Above river's roar
we hear, then see
a happy flock of waxwings.
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- June 30: End of June
- June 27-29: Weekend at Claybrook Mountain Lodge
- June 26: Awakened by rain
- June 25: Summer rain
- June 24: Questionable beetle
- June 23: Subtle dramas of the evening walk
- June 22: Waxwings
- June 21: Solstice
- June 20: Summer moths
- June 19: Daisies in the dark
- June 18: Flare-up
- June 17: On the trail
- June 16: Fields of gold
- June 15: Wildcat Mountain
- June 14: On Mount Washington
- June 13: June full moon, hidden
- June 12: Fickle cat
- June 11: Flying right over our heads
- June 10: Rescue
- June 9: Heat
- June 8: Snapping Turtle
- June 7: Catbird
- June 6: Reunion
- June 5: Red-tail on high
- June 4: Koi
- June 3: In class
- June 3: In class
- June 2: Over the cemetery wall
- June 1: Osprey
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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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