Sparrows In The Mist

text and haiku by Kristen Lindquist

We decided to embark on a staff outing up Beech Hill today, despite what we call 100% humidity: light rain and heavy fog. The barrens were bright with blooming blueberries, sign of hope for this summer’s harvest. I even saw some bees among them, undaunted by the wet. Something about the mist seemed to amplify birdsong. Or perhaps, because my vision was limited, my sense of hearing was enhanced, because the “bouncing ball” song of a field sparrow rang out across the fields loud and clear. From various corners, the towhee’s “drink your tea” song resonated, as well–from perhaps as many as six or seven individual birds altogether, though the disorienting fog made it a challenge to pinpoint their locations. At the summit, at least one song sparrow and a handful of Savannah sparrows made their presence known, darting in the fog, chancing a song or two. Not much of a view, but the soundscape more than made up for it.

Field sparrows return
to the field where they hatched, sing
their father’s same song.