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A Merlin zips past
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A poet and naturalist tries to find poetry in every day
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May
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- May 31: Driving home
- May 30: Return
- May 29: Mimic
- May 28: Birds and blossoms
- May 27: Beyond Nigh Duck
- May 26: Washington Street
- May 25: St. George River
- May 24: Budget
- May 23: Given
- May 22: On the ferry
- May 21: Zen of birding
- May 20: Sky dance
- May 19: Weather patterns
- May 18: Backyard
- May 17: Anniversary
- May 16: Plum blossoms
- May 15: Morning walk
- May 14: In Freedom
- May 13: Sprung
- May 12: In the window
- May 11: Loss
- May 10: Warmer outside than in
- May 9: Where are the swallows?
- May 8: Mindful
- May 7: Grandmother
- May 6: Signs of spring
- May 5: Spring ephemera
- May 4: Afternoon tea
- May 3: Spring lawn
- May 2: Before the rain
- May 1: From the mountaintop
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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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