It's been a long, long day for everyone in our household. But even challenging days have their moments.

There is one Mississippi Kite remaining. Its company is a pleasure. A couple mornings back, it cried out again and again, as though hoping one of its companions would show up. I thought it would catch up with the others in the colony; they're migrating I presume. But the loner was here again today. It may be injured. It swoops out toward me, then flaps and can’t seem to gain height. The kites tend to float so high; this one is forlorn, and waits among the pinetops with blue jays and mockingbirds...