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have you ever missed a wild animal?

I miss when I lived out in the country in the middle of nowhere. the amount of wildlife was something like a spiritual experience. all types of birds visiting the feeders, baby raccoons out the front door, deer that had twins each year, the solitary red fox that would only get brave in the fog. I could go on. I counted close to 80 turkey one morning looking out my kitchen window.

it's spring here again, so a lot of birds are returning or passing through. I love bird songs, especially when it's raining out. it helps me remember that the world is alive, even when I'm living in an area with more concrete than grass. though there's one bird song missing.

I named a northern house wren "Gregorio" at the old place. he would use one of the old bird houses on the side of the house, and would sit on the railing outside and sing. if I remember correctly, house wrens sing to protect their territory I'm sure this is largely what most birds are doing if not attracting mates but there's something about his song that I miss. he was just a little puffball with his tail feathers sticking up as he'd sit outside the window and sing over and over again.

little Gregorio the house wren, and the poem I wrote about him a few summers ago after listening to a lot of mewithoutyou:

And the house wren sang

“Oh, open up your listening ear

Don’t you come close or near to here!

My children asleep by their mother’s side

Within this little house we all reside

Atop crooked twigs and lowly grass,

Spring is fleeting into summer fast”

xoxo -a reminiscent nik