Bring a little light when you come

Indeed it is God’s house-
and these are gates
of Heaven, and to
and fro, the angels
go, with their sweet
postillions- I wish that
I were great, like Mr-
Michael Angelo, and
could paint for you.

This project is about the quail.  They are enmeshed in my words–tangled and  hidden and my constant failure to bring them to you drives this project onward.  As does my constant failure to see the whole picture of their lives–though this is science.  In discovery of something that invalidates a previously held assumption

California quail are  monogamously pairbonded

or, more particularly, complicates it, that assumption fails and the door is opened a crack, letting just a sliver of light shine in.

quote is from Dickinson’s Master Letters


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