There's a shimmering quality to this brief time of ripeness just before summer tips in the direction of autumn. From dawn until nightfall, the ever-changing light is exceptional. All day, no matter what I'm doing or where I turn, I swim through this light, and everywhere I look some astonishing sight brings me to a stop. It's a time when magical creatures decide to come by. One of them is this tiny warbler. At least, I guess it's a warbler of some sort. Maybe it's a fledgling.
Surely an adult would not be so naive and guileless, looking about, a bit slow to react.
It's a tightrope walker
and a fence-sitter,
and takes its ease beneath a lacy parasol.