turkey dance
I've seen wild turkeys dance--from a distance I thought it was some sort of weird celebration--like maybe from Wicker Man. It looked like ladies in ballroom dresses, swirling. But with binoculars, it turned into Turkeys, no less magical!
I saw one lonely burnt-orange butterfly a few days ago, sort of fluttering in an aimless, not very efficient somewhat forward motion as is butterflies' wont. He disappeared into the woods. Shortly thereafter, he returned, but with a butterfly companion of the same species. Their fluttering together took on the patterns of a weaving.
Ah Spring.
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