Angry Birds

Someone recently told me that swallows are lucky. I’m not so sure about lucky, but they are short tempered.

I ran into some last week while driving through the Indiana Dunes on the way to Chicago from Grand Rapids. I was inside the National Park’s Visitor Center getting a Passport Stamp when I spotted this guy doing a bit of DYI.20120807-175751.jpg

He carefully wove feathers into his adobe abode.20120807-180142.jpg

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His girlfriend spied me hiding behind a tree and ratted me out!20120807-175938.jpg

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My Box of Ozarks Crayons

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An Ozark Spring starts with plentiful rains followed by waves of colors – vivid and saturated like a box of crayons. Forsythias, red buds, dogwoods, violets, daffodils….on and on from late March through August.

Like much of the south, the Ozarks are under pretty extreme drought conditions this year. The season started well and just stopped in mid May. Except for some roadside chicory, the color is all but gone. The field grasses are yellow, the earth is crunchy. I miss my crayons….

Fuscia
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Red
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Purple
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Yellow
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Pink
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White
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Blue
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Green
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Violet
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I know that the drought, like all things, will pass. The colors will be back.