A Hot, Dry Spell



On that hot afternoon, songbirds sat on overhead wires and tree branches — panting delicately — and discussed the muggy heat, before taking dust baths in the dry flowerbeds.


Crow, who had flown away in the late morning, returned carrying a satchel that was — rather improbably — full of water, which she managed, with help from a few tiny wrens, to pour into the terra cotta tray on top of the stone wall.


And on hearing the splashing water, numerous dusty songbirds gathered for a proper bath and a raucous, happy sing-along.


(June 2023)


Story & Photo © Jennifer Singleton / Read+Purr
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