27 November 2009. Rain on the streets, rolling clouds, gray...
Yesterday: Delta roads, filtered sun. Field of sheep, their gray shapes, grazing. Coyote running along furrows of yellow husks, stopping, looking back, then running again... Sandhill cranes in Mokolumne backwaters--flooded fields of Staten Island. Their projected voices from afar, at first unseen--two sharper sounds, then a rumbly gobble. Same from high above... "They come all the way from Siberia..." I remain skeptical--half way round the globe? "The Bering Sea..." Home waters in Delta fields, winter light...
The killdeer and a piebald grebe...
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