followup on the nature po-po's. i was anxious for several hours wondering if i'd cooked 
my goose or burned a bridge or some metaphor while i waited to see what pat the lead birder said about my run-in with the nature po-po's. she said with welcome good sense 
and balance as i could have known she would, that the prairie police as were shook up, 
and she told them the birders love copp, and she said that they are leach people, 
and they haunt the meadow infrequently, thankfully, and that 
nothing will come of your encounter. big sigh. of gratitude. i remain. 
and yet i think in there some things did come to me, besides gratitude for what i have come to take for granted. reflection, which is never quite redundant and always somehow new.