Titmouse’s dog-whistle
calling me outside.
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A poet and naturalist tries to find poetry in every day
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January
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- January 31: Blue Moon
- January 30: Snowing
- January 29: Pregnant moon
- January 28: Hawks
- January 27: Fox sunrise
- January 26: To roost
- January 25: Sunrise
- January 24: Downtown
- January 23: Bulbs
- January 22: Spying
- January 21: Wildlife
- January 20: Winter Zen
- January 19: Out
- January 18: New Moon
- January 17: Red on white
- January 16: Crows
- January 15: Evergreen
- January 14: Ebb
- January 13: MLK, Jr. Weekend
- January 12: Meltwater
- January 11: January thaw
- January 10: Here
- January 9: Outside
- January 8: Perched seal
- January 7: What lies beneath
- January 6: We ponder the meaning of cold
- January 5: Finches at the feeder
- January 4: Tracking
- January 3: Moonset
- January 2: Awake
- January 1: Wolf Moon
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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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