After the Rain
Mar. 7th, 2002 04:57 pmWalking through the field this afternoon, watching the clouds form and disolve over the mountains to the east, I heard the song of a meadowlark. I have rarely heard it in the mountains. Well, of course, it is called the meadowlark, not the forestlark. But when I used to wander through the undeveloped hills near my house in Los Angeles, I would hear this pleasant song frequently. I wonder what brings this bird here to shame the squawking jays with sweet notes?
from santa ana
Date: 2002-03-07 06:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-03-07 07:48 pm (UTC)Peace