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Show 80, Jeffries, Islamorada [Section 2] personable gray-headed fellow by the red-headed woodpeckers. And then, something bittersweet, from when we met, I spot them. The baby barred owls rotate their heads to hiss down at me in their indifferent, perhaps even friendly way, and begin to move horizontally in the treetops along the lake. . . Well I've got it on my bulletin board, here at Bird Lodge, and Dorian someday I want. . .1 want us. . .to hear that English bird, you remember, Tennyson, and that 'Throstle': Summer is coming, summer is coming, I know it, I know it, I know it. Light again, leaf again, life again, love again- Yes, my wild little Poet. May. With the summer coming on. Recess. In the heat the primary children hang lorisiform in the tamarind trees. Hearing the racket from the late Baxter's room the principal stood in the passageway and listened. Inside the sticky classroom Mr. Clayton was having another of what the principal had adjudged by now to be his contrived tantrums, railing at the bad apples: |