Is the Wildlife Really Playing More?

This scissor-tailed flycatcher has rid this oak of the much larger raven that had been arguing with it for purchase. Part of a group of “tyrant flycatchers,” they tend to dominate their airspace.

I hoof it west on Walnut Street, past a bus stop, a convenience store, a tire shop, and a daycare. After all these enterprises, the south side of the road opens up in an expanse I might think was virgin prairie if I didn’t know otherwise, and I hook a left across it. As quickly as it opened up it agoraphobically closes back in on itself in a forbidding succession of oak, sycamore, and dogwood. There are mosquitoes and bees…