Cool rain on the hot earth smelled musty and clean at the same time. Gray juncos continued their game of tag, as they had since Maine, feeding along the trail until I had come nearly alongside, then flitting ahead a few more feet. Of all the birds I've seen, I believe they are the ones least afraid of humans. Wildflowers grew throughout the open spaces, some fields completely enveloped by their color. Despite being wet and carrying heavy, waterlogged equipment, I thought the day a masterpiece of work.
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