Kestrels, awake Landlocked and out of hibernation remembering licking roots along the river’s edge where stone met a rush of water just before the squawk of a kestrel heralded high time to move. Advertisements Share this:Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Google+ (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related
