a notebook that i began one summer in ysleta, tejas, ept. it continues east, following the course of el río grande~bravo to El Valle and into the gulf of méxico...
I heard one of these in my backyard the other day. I went out to look for it because, for some odd reason, I mistook for a kitten crying. There's been a kitten hanging around lately, I called him Cyclops, a more bitter than sweet reference to his physical disability. I've been attempting to catch him in order to get him to some medical aid. What this has to do with the bird, I don't know.
I saw one of these yesterday. Its throat was stained in scarlet, and small tears bled from its legs. In all that carnage (a dose of reality really), it was beautiful!!
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I heard one of these in my backyard the other day. I went out to look for it because, for some odd reason, I mistook for a kitten crying. There's been a kitten hanging around lately, I called him Cyclops, a more bitter than sweet reference to his physical disability. I've been attempting to catch him in order to get him to some medical aid. What this has to do with the bird, I don't know.
I saw one of these yesterday. Its throat was stained in scarlet, and small tears bled from its legs. In all that carnage (a dose of reality really), it was beautiful!!
Emmy,
I hope you return to blogging.
Or not.
Be free.
Sheryl
This made me smile, Emmy. Thank you! xo
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