Saturday Soundings

Evangeline West

Beaumont, Texas

March 30, 2019


Still slap-dark and I’m working at my desk, waiting out of the corner of my ear for the robin to start up with his “low whistled phrases of liquid quality” and the catbird his “rambling, halting warble,” with a “mew” or two thrown in to earn his name.  Later will come the clarion cardinal, the raucous jay.  Oh, and the “piercing, thin high whistle” of the broad-winged hawk. Finally spotted one yesterday – a juvenile.


Speaking of juveniles, my granddaughter is walking.  And climbing. Here we go!   One of her favorite things to murmur is “eieio.”  She’s still perfecting the “o.”


She’s also gardening: