Change

Our sparrows did not return this year. Their little brown house is empty and still. Only the wind shakes it now. Last year at this time they were busy caring for their young. She, flying off to find food, and he, standing guard outside, darting off when she returned. I wonder about them, the generations … More Change

Here and There…

There’s a bird in the neighborhood on a frenzied calling streak. I’m familiar with most of the feathered fliers nearby, the way they look, their habits, the sounds that rise from their throats, but this one is new to me. *** I’m wrestling conflicting plot turns in my latest project. Part of me wants to … More Here and There…

Rental Property

(From Beyond Willow Bend, 2013) My late father-in-law built a birdhouse for our yard. It was a simple thing—a box, painted dark brown, with a peaked roof, a hole, and a peg. My husband hung it near the garage and we kept watch. Maybe birds were put off by the smell of paint, or the … More Rental Property