Deer tracks in mud.
We follow their trail
through a glade of ferns.
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- June 30: Wild strawberries
- June 29: Monhegan House
- June 28: Rumble
- June 27: Where the deer were
- June 26: Phoebe
- June 25: Foraging
- June 24: In the garden
- June 23: Farm stand
- June 22: Library
- June 21: Solstice
- June 20: Solstice Eve
- June 19: Heavy sky
- June 18: Out back
- June 17: Wild Iris
- June 16: Havahart
- June 15: Peonies
- June 14: Town Meeting
- June 13: Night
- June 12: First thing
- June 11: Injured bird
- June 10: Megunticook Lake
- June 9: Lupines
- June 8: Eastport
- June 7: Blackflies
- June 6: Chill
- June 5: Camden Harbor
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- 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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