The helicopter was stuck on the ground, so I went looking for things that weren’t. A brown streak caught my eye as I walked behind the baseball field, and I saw a glimpse of something carrying a twig. I followed it into the bamboo forest and was greeted with a nest and a Brown Thrasher admiring its handiwork. Another Brown Thrasher sat nearby. I watched for several minutes as they chirped and moved around, then I went back to the path. A red-headed Woodpecker flew overhead and landed on one of the tall pine trees. It laughed, presumably at our inability to fly.

We’ll show it, some day…