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

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

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!

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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Among the hibernal twiggeries of Toronto, but still applicable wherever you are.

The most common of our titmice is the black-capped chickadee:

A winter white-throated sparrow among the confused and low-lit twiggery:

Another of our good winter white-throated sparrows, a plucky little spicer among the hibernal twiggeries:

life, death, laughable problems.

After my grandfather died, I was given some items of his: a wristwatch, a cigarette case, a good number of handkerchieves, many neckties. I never stop thinking about the watch and I wear it every day and have thus far spent over $500 on its cleaning, repair, and of course the constant switching of bands: from stretch-steel to leather and back to stretch-steel again! But the steel looks too new; it shimmers under the lights and in embarrassed disappointment I wonder always how to scuff and dull it. But move along with me and see the stately horned grebe in his shimmering breeding feathers, clean and close along the reflective morning waterways! May I add also that when I’m alone in the morning by the waterside I think never at all of life, death, or laughable life-problems, no! The brain blurs into an easy happiness of color, feather, and waterlines, and pretty soon my cretinous soul is set free!