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Between revisions now, recharging. Tending to a long list of neglected chores. Daydreaming. Bird watching. The Gray Catbird* I watched inspired a dashed-off poem in her honor:


Grey and sly
in the dusk
dusted grass
in the enemy’s tongue.


From the Cornell Lab of Ornithology

*Rather plain but with lots of personality, the Gray Catbird often hides in the shrubbery, making an odd variety of musical and harsh sounds -- including the catlike mewing responsible for its name. At other times it moves about boldly in the open, jerking its long tail expressively.