Description
One heron has taken the topmost spire of the cottonwood, neck curved into a shepherd’s-crook silhouette against the canola, while two others keep to the lower branches like folks who know their place at the table. The field behind sweeps upward in broad golden curves, its tracks drawn like brushstrokes across the field. Whoever holds that high perch holds the news for the whole rookery tonight. A wide, layered composition of tree, birds, and ripening Montana canola.





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