I heard it calling “beans.” I watched a common nighthawk slice the sky above a ballpark in New Ulm and realized the bird had become the baseball game.

The baby robins came out of the blue—blue eggs, that is.

I was late getting home and didn’t get the hummingbird feeder down before a raccoon had the opportunity to take it down for me. The raccoon had removed all six of the yellow flowers from their cavities and slurped down all the sweet water.