At my location, the bird shoots up from the ground and spirals into the air adjacent to the thicket, above an open field. As it descends, it chirps loudly, punctuating its fall, and repeats the songs and the aerial dance in the darkness.
March 9 – 22, 2015 What is this life if, full of care, We have no time to stand and stare. ………… No time to see, in broad daylight, Streams full of stars, like skies at night. from “Leisure” by William Henry Davies Mt. Washington — Seasonal change is aloft, visible in the nighttime skyscape and,