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.
