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Upon knowing with what grim concern
that the feral cats whose careers began
in the summer of 2007 with such
minimal optimism, watching
one rare little family hurrying
across the hilltops, becoming
mom and 4 then mom and 3
then mom and 2, and of course
the long unseen periods, but now knowing
the third and fourth generation
live in that truck yard, waiting,
I’ve not been wasting trips over there
to confound the cats or the truck yard or
the restaurent just beyond
meanwhile, the regularly returning
very familiar sparrows, like family,
are on hand day to day. Their remarkable
struggles with the heavy winds this week
were spectacular, and wildly fun to try to
photograph. The amazing contraptions
of body position they’d get into
two males scrapping at one point
and all of them riled
because they have two full nests
in our pipeholes (and there’s starlings,
