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A few days ago I saw a bird on the lawn close to the house.  It was not one of the regulars, and I thought it was a brown thrasher.  After complete and careful observation, I retrieved my copy of Eastern Birds by Roger Tory Peterson and confirmed that it was indeed a brown thrasher.  I’ve seen this fellow every day for about a week now.

Last week, I looked out the dining room window and saw an eastern king bird.  I love to see fly catchers around here.  Eat up boys, there are plenty of bugs for you.  I haven’t seen the phoebe yet this year.  It’s about the time they show up around here.

Yesterday, as I bounced, jounced and perspired while mowing the lawn, a huge ominous shadow passed over me.  It was a familiar experience, and a glance skyward confirmed the presence of the turkey buzzard.  Several of them were cruising the neighborhood at high altitude.  Later, one of them swooped low and landed in the neighbor’s corn field–the corn is not yet knee high.

With my job nearly completed, my favorite friends came out to “dance” with me.  I particularly enjoy the presence of the swallows as they swoop and dart around me.  Evidently, the machinery kicks up the bugs upon which our feathered friends thrive.  It’s amazing how they maneuver with such skill and grace.  That’s why I call it dancing.