the morning was not too sticky, which was nice. The India red rubber ball of a sun cam up from the trees playing tricks- seemingly behind one tree and in front of another. The culvert has dried up so the heron must seek her breakfast elsewhere, the crickets were still very quiet though, waiting to see if perhaps she'll be back- hungry.
Song quote of the morning: "Don't get your feathers in a fuss, Lady Íkaros, come away with me"
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