Early-morning Saturday

Mackerel sky swimming away slowly south. Hazy white bay. Five little WW2-like planes propelling their way east, following the barrier island. Calm but vocal birds: crackly redwing blackbirds, catbird, martens. The mockingbirds are no longer crazy, they must be too occupied filling tiny beaks.

Yesterday two ospreys rode thermals above the house: one had a silver fish, face-forwards, in it's grasp, but still sailed around and around, higher and higher in the warm air.

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