This Red-winged Blackbird was in such a hurry to get away from me I got to see each and every feather as he jolted into the sky

In fresh pale air, I saw little dangling feet

I love to hear this little quail calling, calling —a Gambel’s Quail

Their voices like ruffled water

The flight so effortless to birds, so fascinating to me

When watering our lawn the birds come in flocks to thin out the worm population

A tiny little Killdeer lingering as I walk by

Summer bounty in birds

And of course more feet…and wings

The flash of feathers

Among the soughing Red-stemmed grass, in the beautiful small beating heart, of the feathered and winged world.

From my world to your heart,

Linda