Wild colors fade, the grass turns
in the sand and shallow ground
on south slopes as Killdeer defend
their gravel nests and Blackbirds
scout the sky like fighter pilots
patrolling air space—an urgency
to plant seed and protect babies
before spring’s dreaded deadline—
before it gets too late to rain.
drycrikjournal 
quite a nice capture, John
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Thank you, George. It’s been a busy turkey-strutting spring, so being in the right place at the right time is not so much a matter of timing and luck. Judging by his beard and size, this is an older tom, mid-gobble.
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