A few more Golden-crowned Kinglets made it to the east-end today but I could tell
there was some reluctance in their manner, showing as much disappointment with
the dearth of other migratory birds to celebrate the warm day as I was feeling.
Two kinglets were hanging around together and splitting their activities between
evergreen trees and the leaf litter on the grass. If I sit down one of them might
actually fly toward me and land within a meter of my position. The last time wildlife
showed any interest in sitting with me was a baby Cottontail rabbit that had likely
been abandoned by junkie parents that had discovered mind-altering weed and forgotten
about junior. I spoke of many things, of fools and kings, but junior just wanted to
have company and my spewing nonsense did not spoil the moment. It never works with
people.