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wildflowers, everywhere

sunflowers, with stately air

water lily, so pure and clean

rapeseed, sounds obscene
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purple haze all around
canada is burning down
it sure makes a great sunrise
‘scuse me while i kiss the sky

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short on brains and bug spray,
i waltzed into the bog;
i had to get a picture of
the dead trees in the fog,
when suddenly, the sky was filled
with skeeters, through and through;
they got into my ears and nose–
behind my glasses, too!
and as I did the swatting dance,
i must have looked so weird
with those crumpled
little corpses strewn
across my once-white beard,
and yet i got the must-have shot
despite the bugs and mud–
and the feeling like i was low
a quart or two on blood,
so now, on my adventures,
i bring bug spray by the ton,
for i won’t soon forget the morn
that skeeters almost won.

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I walked down to the lake this morning and had the pleasure of watching a mother loon feed breakfast to her fluffy little loonlet (yes, that’s what they’re called).

She’d dive down and disappear for half a minute or so, and it didn’t take long before she came up with a fish. And another. And another.

Here, she’s “handing off” a crayfish (we used to call them crawdads when I was a kid) to her little one. Whenever she came up with a crayfish, she would knock it around and whip it back and forth to subdue it before feeding it to the youngster.

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