“The one bird whose cup of life is always overflowing.”

“This is, in fact, a very dream of a bird.”

It’s one big poetry anthology as we hover on the threshold of spring, regard the hermit thrushes of winter infiltrating our yards, and ponder the incipient season of song.

“The red-shafted flicker is so well known… that any detailed description of its plumage or habits seems superfluous.” So it should be.