Seagulls and crows take to the rooftops in an ancient, endless battle, a Stellar’s Jay ruffles his midnight crest and leans forward in a dazzling blue rage to issue a scolding to the cat in the shadows, the hummingbird throws his lightning body at a snooping starling who remains unfazed until the beak strikes home, and the tension of baby bird season continues. My flatness continues, perhaps the weight of too many self conversations and too much uncertainty, too many projects, too many worries, and is not helped by having the windows closed in the grayness.