I’ve been obsessed with the sky.
How it remains a constant consistent presence….while ever-changing.
At the silent sound of these turkey vultures circling…
I looked up.
This morning’s sky.
Calling.
The Soprano
She opened her mouth
and sang her song
and an entire symphony of robins and woodpeckers and warblers and more…
all gathered their sweet voices
to accompany her.
Prey-ing
One of this snow-less winter's gifts..is the hawks that are visibly hovering. Something about them that is beauty and grace and strength - combined.