birds that hopped around our campsite,
or flew over it,
or fluttered around the edge of the lake as we fished.
Two dozen in all.
My favorite ones were the Brown-headed Cowbirds.
The males strut like tiny roosters and puff up their feathers irridescent black.
Their heads are a rich nut brown.
The females are the picture of decorum,
modestly dressed in beige,
but they watch the boys with tiny bright eyes.
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