The Red Wheelbarrow

so much depends
upon

a red wheel
barrow

glazed with rain
water

beside the white
chickens.

—William Carlos Williams

(This is quite a famous and intensely studied poem. I am intensely studying it myself, trying to figure out why.)

Wrapping up and packing up for tomorrow's trip. Last night's thunderstorm did nothing to relieve the heat and humidity, and it has been downright unpleasant outside.

On our morning walk Pax and I startled a dove off her nest. At first I thought she was injured, but then realized we were being played for fools as she flopped across the grass with an obviously broken wing. As we moved well away from the nest she quickly recovered. I don't think what we saw is learned behavior but rather instinctual, and that raises the interesting question of how such things evolve.