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For me, the whistling, buzzy pee-wee of the Western Wood-Pewee’s song signals that the warmth and blue skies of summer are here.

A rather large and colorful fly landed in dappled light on the Buford trail recently. At first I thought it was a midge, because midges hold their front legs in front of them like they’re getting ready to dive. But after more research, I’ve discovered it’s an awl fly. 

Lazuli Buntings are small finch-like songbirds. The male is a dazzling blue with a warm orange breast, a white belly, and a prominent white shoulder patch.

Recently, I came across three small beetles on a blade of grass near the Jette Trail. As often happens, I took lots of pictures, but when I got home and had a chance to really look at them, I wished I’d taken more. It turns out this little blue beetle is a rarity.

A warbling vireo. I love this bird’s soft gaze, and its tranquil, gray body. A sentient being cut from the cloth of a quiet mist drifting through the willows in the cool dawn air. Its song is a warbling stream gently smoothing the surfaces of stones. I reach down into the stream and pick one up. Its fluid rind is