Grousing

Philadelphia vireo? Yes. No spruce grouse, though, despite many hours of looking and six moose and about eight snowshoe hares. Many species of warbler I haven’t heard for over ten years and whose songs came back to me in a blinding flash. My buddy Linda joined my mother and I in the spruce caper.

I’m now in Brunswick again having collected my brother in Boston this morning. We’re heading back to Norway, Maine, tomorrow; the Harry Potter festival is in Portland on Friday.

It’s raining. It’s heaven. Numenius tells me there was the unheard-of rainshower this morning in Davis; I’m sorry to have missed it!