![]() It’s the first American kestrel of the season, I thought, though before I even finished thinking it, I knew it wasn’t quite right. I entered the cemetery via Frances Street, the entrance the sexton tried to close off a couple years ago to keep out the riff raff, passed the elongated Captain Outrageous plinth with its crouching fairy-angel on top, then the Otto family plot with all the bricks, the small statue of their pet Key deer, and the headstone over their pet Yorkie, which had my wife’s favorite epigraph, “His little spirit was a challenge to love.” I scared a few iguanas and watched them scurry into the crypts, dodged an oncoming car that was not inclined to share the road, and was heading toward the turn that would go by the USS Maine memorial, when I saw it. This was unexpected but also, in certain ways, largely predictable. ![]() The sequence of events was this: I was riding my bike through the cemetery, I saw a couple of birds, I got a Toni Basil song stuck in my head. ![]() A northern waterthrush at Fort Zachary Taylor State Park.
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