4/6/26 5:45 45F (7.2C) Warm and calm.
The moon wanes gibbous, low in the south and at the end of its transit above the canyon.
Spring is near bursting this morning, tumescent with biological imperative.
The predawn dark is filled with trills and whistles.
Frogs croak with enthusiasm.
A sapsucker drums on an aluminum ladder, ringing out a rapid tattoo of wishful thinking.
A tom turkey runs through the trees gobbling with unrequited lust.
I wish them all luck.
Good morning.











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