An Evening in July

Sunset was near. I walked to the street to the mailbox and saw our neighbor Sarah drive up. I was eager to see her as I wanted to tell her about the Rose Breasted Grosbeak that had appeared in the large pine tree outside our kitchen window. Sarah’s bird feeder in her back yard attracts a wide variety of birds and the Grosbeak, feathered in well-defined black and white with a bright red patch on its breast, is among the most beautiful. Sarah had seen a Grosbeak too last week and we talked about how the bird, large among his peers, claims exclusivity when at the feeder. Looking skyward, we saw black clouds swirling in the west. The clouds were getting close. Prudence dictated we cut short our talk and bid each other good evening. Continue reading “An Evening in July”