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I forgot I had a “blog” / remembering Spring’s influenza

Tree swallow among the sumach, gazing into the foggy ethereals!

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I was poorly already, but when the word came down that one of our rarer warblers was eating bugs in Etobicoke, it became essential for me to spend 5 hours in and around the dirt, snitching along the creek, hoping for pop-ups, easy light, and pictorial sweetwindows. Anyhow, the Kentucky Warbler is an elegant little softy but he is a demon also, and I consider him at least partially responsible for the influenza which ensconced me like a blanket of cold and leggy spiders! But feisty mulchers, worry not: I am on the mend, am no longer agued, and will live to taxidermize and photograph the good Spring warblers yet again!

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Another pleasant look at the simple but dressy Kentucky Warbler, seen some days ago in southeast Etobicoke. Then I got influenza and hid in my apartment, but now it’s time to go snitching again.
P.S. The lamebrained composition was necessary because of problems to the left and right.

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At night do you scream miseries at each other, with booze on the table, smoking always, smashing bottles and glasses down? Or do you coo like mourning doves on a sill at quiet vesper? If you invite me to your house and I walk the steps to your door and see where a doorbell used to be, push the door open and walk inside, will I hear the rising abuses, insults, and roars?  In this house there lives a howling misery, but it wasn’t always this way!

{Like anyone else, I have neighbors and I can hear their horrid reverberations through the walls but I don’t worry, no no never, and anyhow I am just a shell}

a howling misery but also a sandpiper