On the Trail

That old devil wind

A wind devil came whirling out of a neighbor’s driveway one warm afternoon recently.
The day had been gusty earlier, but by then had grown becalmed. A ground squirrel streaked from one yard to another, while a robin red breast sauntered joyfully through a land of plenty in a newly-dug garden site. For the bird there were grubs to grab, and a tinkling fountain for a sip or dip.
It’s a pip spying on bathing birds. They get so manic, these otherwise timid creatures, plunging thei...

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