There is a restlessness about.
Photo by Robin Boies
The first snow on Elle and Dee Mountain means deer starting to move, playing Russian Roulete on the highway with the 2500 plus vehicles that pass by each day. Snow means the most spoiled of our predominetly black cows will be trailing down from the mountains looking for the psychological comfort of a haystack.

Photo by Robin Boies
The chilled night air is a warning. One that I heed by withdrawing the sugar water I put out for my yard warriors. I will miss going out in the evenings and placing my hands around the red feeder cups so they can sit on my fingers to feed. (I have a witness!) Our face to face encounters are over until next summer,
they must be on their way.

Photo by Robin Boies
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Miniature warriors circling
Hovering diving dipping
Vertical beak-to-beak ascent
Sparring in mid-flight
Fleeting dominion
Wingless hover
Horizontal duel
Momentary truce
Rudder trimmed
Landing gear tucked
Room for two
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Hostage to crimson blossom
Life’s sweet nectar
Unleashed pleasure flickering
Fanned tail flight
