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Me: Remember, Mom, we do not search for Western Meadowlarks. We are genuinely here for whatever birds we see. Hearing the fae bird’s songs will NOT sway us into following, searching, yearning, etc.

Mom, obviously yearning: Of course!

Western Meadowlarks, invisible, sing beautifully.

Mom, searching obviously: I think you-know-who is right over there!

Me, sanctimoniously: I am grateful just to hear them.

Mom continues searching but not saying the name. An hour or so passes.

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Mom, tired: Ugh, let’s give up and go home for lunch.

We trudge.

Me, pointing: MOM MOM MOM

Western Meadowlark, flying and perching far off: Greetings!
Western Meadowlark, slightly closer: You were patient!
Western Meadowlark: I am sufficiently amused! Behold!

We danced.

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A Western meadowlark, at the top of a wind-gnarled tree but nicely near for a zoom! It faces away but turns its head so we may admire its profile. Its long beak holds a dead caterpillar and another insect. Bright cadmium yellow flirts from its stripey shaded belly and splashes on its throat and forehead. It does not look at all invisible! A large eye and strongly drawn eye stripe make it very striking. Its striped and scaled brown wings are folded but held slightly tense, and its long legs are ready to launch it the moment it decides our audience is over.
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