It’s a bird-eat-frog world

She stirs at dawn, storing dewdrops in the lining of her eyes, sewn shut but torn inside, like cypress sachets. She yawns in strange watercolours, devouring the caterpillar cadavers that are the flaying limbs of her prey. I have been pleasantly in denial that birding season was¬†over for the first half of the year.¬†Thirty minutes... Continue Reading →

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