May 2010

Up before dawn, I watch the morning star climbing through the treetops. The birds awake: fragments of song like an orchestra tuning up.

The female towhee chitters until the male flies in, mates, and flies off. Again. Once more. Then she craps and goes back to foraging.

Hard rain forces the phoebes to dive into the weeds in search of prey, returning drenched to their dry and querulous brood under the eaves.