with riverbank trees blocking the low summer sun the tern surveyed, up and down and around, peering around corners of light, looking, looking down on the here smooth and shaded Umatilla river of recovery diving now, wings falcon swept, it breaks the glass not to go deep deep there is no deep deep here but just deep enough for a snatch of silver two minutes later it's back looking, looking.. looking..
Today I saw some furry tipped London Plane / Sycamore seed pods.
the bat stirs
lifts head to the setting sun
A deeply breathing fur ball in a Swedish Aspen tree
a diving Grebe
Wild Cucumber Seeds in their space ship pod.
The Bohemian Waxwing December Party Tree, aglow. No, they haven’t arrived yet.