~by Colleen O’Brien The birds are singing wildly – it’s noon on a cloudless prairie day that’s heating up toward 90 degrees. I watch a nuthatch run down a 20-foot oak trunk as if something’s chasing him; a beige dove ducks under a limb, and a vain, unusually brilliantly red cardinal, the male of course, struts along a clothesline so…
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