Lesser Goldfinch reminds me of many places. My time and work in South Texas. My time and work in parts of the Hill County of central and south-central Texas. Work, play, Life, in the mountains of the trans-Pecos of Texas. Work and play in the American Southwest. Life, jobs, hardships, and letting go, in the Santa Cruz Mountains of California (though a green-backed western subspecies).
Anywhere but here.
What has been a bit of a personal enigma during my return to this When, and this Where, a common bird to my life in the past has been anything but in the present. I’ve missed on several occasions.
Birds are acting strange. We are all, acting strange.
A species that is thought to recede to the south-southwest in the Winter has been sporadically reported in this county these last few months; here, east of its summer nesting range.
Whatever their reasoning, I am thankful for the color among the dreary. I stand appreciative for the diminutive, soft, plaintive airings in a world that is only getting louder with needless exchanges.
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