Yesterday, I thought I saw a wind-driven goose sail across the back yard. My better half, who has much better hearing than I, reported hearing geese while she was walking her dog late in the afternoon. The time has come, or will be here by week's end, to watch for the arrival of red wing blackbird males perched on the cattails at the marsh edge. The three Canada's in the distance, shown below, were photographed during Thursday's excursion along the St. Croix.
Today, while driving past some of the back waters along the St. Croix river, we noticed a flock of 6 or 8 turkey vultures squabbling over something or other. Since Minnesota is well within their identified Summer only range, I'm assuming they've returned from wintering grounds to the south. At the risk of jinxing us, the extended forecasts indicate that March may well go out like a lamb. I'm looking forward to that. Meanwhile, I'll search for beautiful women for the rest of March.
March
A bear under the snow
Turns over to yawn.
It's been a long, hard rest.
Once, as she lay asleep, her cubs fell
Out of her hair,
And she did not know them.
It's hard to breathe
In a tight grave:
So she roars,
And the roof breaks.
Dark rivers and leaves
Pour down.
When the wind opens its doors
In its own good time,
The cubs follow that relaxed and beautiful woman
Outside to the unfamiliar cities
Of moss.
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