Mourning Cloak – Talmadge (Map 45)

For the third day in a row I’m working at the picnic table beside the pond. The snow has melted everywhere but in the shade. Peter O’Neil brook is roaring to my right, my chickens are clucking contentedly as they eat cluster flies and scratch for worms. The grackles have been here for a week and the phoebes for five days. A song sparrow is singing in the woods to my right. And the best visitor this morning, a mourning cloak that landed near the picnic table. At 10:36 am it is 70*.