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| Vernal pools are alive with arthropods. The midges, with their innocent, feathery antennae, swarm from the earth at my every step. |
A mourning cloak emerges faded from hibernation and basks on a sunny rock.
I startle a pair of blue jays from an apple thicket and they fly off -- oddly silent.
Do jays fall mute at nesting time?
The hawks are not quiet -- a red-tailed screams at me in annoyance and rides the wind away to the south.
