Today we spotted a Meadowlark! The males are able to sing one song 100 different ways. Some nests are quite elaborate, with overhead roofs, tunnel entrances, and emergency exits.
Oops! I think he just spotted his dinner. Bye for now!
“In the silver light after a storm,
Under dripping boughs of bright new green,
I take the low path to hear the meadowlarks
Alone and high-hearted as if I were a queen.
What have I to fear in life or death
Who have known three things: the kiss in the night,
The white flying joy when a song is born,
And meadowlarks whistling in silver light.”