I want to go down to the open sea, I'll search for a sunlit strand.
Where clean scented winds blow cool and free, o'er glittering swirling sand.
I want to go out on the sparkling shore, where frolicsome wavelets play.
I'm yearning to feel on my cheek once more, the kiss of the ardent spray.
There's longing down deep in the heart of me, to look on the sun-shot foam.
I want to go down to the open sea, and then I'll come right back home.
from Wanderlust, Dorothy Parker
Summer hawk molt
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It's summer molt season for our local Red-Tailed Hawks as they discard the
feathers they've had for the last year and replace them with new plumage.
Resi...
1 week ago
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