The Catbird that I see patrolling the same section of fence every afternoon. It is his fence, and don't you forget it.
That while I was not seeing a White-winged Dove I'd set out to see earlier this week, this Song Sparrow landed beside me instead.
The sanity of trees at moments when all else in the world seems crazy.
And that only two days after I called the Milford Police to tell them that my neighborhood park had racist and sexist graffiti in it, I returned to find this: