Why is it that any nighthawk flying in a southerly direction on June 11th worries me? Might have to do with hoping I didn’t miss summer. The leaves just set in. The tomatoes are just starting to look well. We’ve avoided hail thus far. They’ll sit in a tree screeching right in front of me mere feet away but I can’t see them. Yet suddenly, as invisible as they were a moment prior, they are unmistakably present magically before me. What is it with these birds? They’re not here. Then they’re right there. Seriously, right there. They mess with you. They don’t mean to. They’re just doing them. Their calls can comfort you if you believe them and let them. Summer is here. Why point south? Bugs will make them turn that way, I suppose. I hope. Maybe this was a longer winter than I thought. Maybe Spring will last ‘til July. But they made it. Later than usual. But they’re here. How their calls comfort me in my little backyard in mid-town Fort Collins.
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