Fog. Again this morning a kildeer’s keening cry. Yard and field are almost snow-free now, and perhaps their flattened state appeals to him.
The view from my front porch every morning, in 140 or fewer characters
Fog. Again this morning a kildeer’s keening cry. Yard and field are almost snow-free now, and perhaps their flattened state appeals to him.
Bluebird, white-throated sparrow, a starling’s liquid note, and high overhead, a kildeer: the sky must be blue above the fog.