it is impossible to miss the red bird
the only ember alive
this snowy March...
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By Carol Pearce Bjorlie, March 20, 2012A Little Brown Bird
By Julia Klatt Singer, June 3, 2011
Avian Celebrities on Como Lake
By Laurie Hertzel, May 11, 2011
We were halfway around Como Lake when I heard it—the long mournful three-tone whistle-cry that grew in volume. I stopped. What is that? What is that? I know that sound. But it was utterly out of context, and I had to think to place it. The bird called again. I stopped Doug and made him take out his earbuds. (He was listening to American Music Club on his iPod.) Doug, I hear a loon!
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By Diane Wilson, March 13, 2011
Pale vision on an early day:
two gray wings gliding flat
balance on the body’s straight line.
A trill rises from the meadow....
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By Diane Wilson, November 30, 2010
I raise my baton,
a rake, a half-chewed stick:
dry leaves crackle, snap
tympani for the horn toot
of geese flying south.
Print This Post The Bird Man of Dunn Brothers
By Matt Jackson, April 18, 2009
The first time I met the Bird Man at Dunn Brothers about three years ago, he introduced himself as Mark, but he added that if I wanted to, I could call him Smooth. I wondered why Mark, somewhere in his forties, with a daily scruff, a casual concern for his hairstyle, and an everyday outfit of jeans with a workman's jacket, was called Smooth.
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