8.5.15 As we sit here holding tired hands

Out in the forest early this morning, the summer days move along ... done with July, slowly making their way into the thick of August , where the Sparrow families have hatched a record three clutches of eggs, and the latest small siblings are out of nests and birdhouses , tentatively hopping about, meeting other families and learning to hunt elusive seeds of tall grasses , and insects alight in thick fields . 
     I'm imagining the various parents panting with the effort of shepherding so many young ones into life , this summer, and commiserating together as the sun sets and all the wildly excited youngest ones make their way home . 

     As brazen young Doe stand far down in the conservation field , eyeing the enormous vegetable garden , possibly thrown off by all the canine and human urine carefully deposited there , a deterrence in their honor.
     As the evening finally gets the guts to cool off a bit, so that a steady stream of deliciously cold air comes churning in through all the windows all over the house , sending dust and stale bits on their way out into the hemisphere ,
     and we sit here holding tired hands , looking forward to nothing more than a night deeply breathing the delectable breeze, come here from afar .