Bill Kimzey
Monday, August 24, 2020
Flight Call
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A still day in early August. I’m cool in the shade of an old maple on a good bench to sit for birds. Chickadees are chatting but they can’t ...
Friday, December 13, 2019
Even as I lift my Face to Rain
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No matter how hard I try to convince myself that beyond that spot of water is the Orient way west past Hurricane Ridge across the ...
Thursday, November 14, 2019
Will not Fly
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All the talk about a shady picnic bench and a slight breeze keeping gnats at bay, is it about birds or my personal comfort? The sun’s been...
Tuesday, November 12, 2019
But What about the Honey?
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- - September, 2015 There was only one candidate, really, that had so many opposite pairs of small rounded leaves. We ...
Friday, March 22, 2019
The Mournful Song of the Varied Thrush
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In the early days before the internet, before all these portable devices, before location – you remember – how did we know when t...
Friday, February 22, 2019
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When you are a crow and you are forever looking down on people, do you find you still think highly of them?
Monday, September 3, 2018
Terre Verte
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Terre Verte The ripe red tomato was green first and will return to green earth when the pink and red flesh fades to feed next se...
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