Cold March rain--
finches chatter in the pines.Only myself to talk to.
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A poet and naturalist tries to find poetry in every day
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- March 31: Rapid Redemption
- March 30: Oh the prolonged yearning that spring in...
- March 29: Where the deer were
- March 28: Seriously, more snow?
- March 27: One morning on the river
- March 26: Grateful
- March 25: Sublimation
- March 24: Looking for a Snowy Owl
- March 23: Bright sky, cold night
- March 22: Merganser
- March 21: Dead Red-tail
- March 20: First Day of Spring
- March 19: Spring Equinox Eve
- March 18: March is going out like a lion
- March 17: Except, sunset
- March 16: Comfort in the dark
- March 15: Spring Training
- March 14: Empty house
- March 13: Mr. Blue Sky
- March 12: Panic
- March 11: Thaw
- March 10: Mud
- March 9: Cat's back
- March 7: Last day in the Bahamas
- March 6: Ferry to Nassau
- March 5: Blue Holes
- March 4: Small Hope Bay Lodge, Andros
- March 3: Andros
- March 2: Elbow Cay
- March 1: Treasure Cay
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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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