i’ve got several posts in the works, but spring has definitely sprung in vermont and there is no longer enough time in the day to do all the things i need to do, all the things i want to do, plus sleep and pee. until i get a rainy day with no Mom:Chauffeur duties, have a haiku about one of my favourite little three-season birds, which is back in my summer pasture and sending me his haunting noctural morse codes:
when night comes, snipe winnow
not golden grain but night air:
fanning the starlight.
the gumboot gumshoe 