While on the sidewalk, I passed a grackle feather, flattened, with a cricket now integrated through pressure and time. This preossified fossil will either become part of the landscape, like the gum above it, or wash away, like the chalk drawing no longer really beside it.

Two turtles sunning on a rock off the east bank of Waller Creek, while two pigeons sit on a drain-pipe. The pipe faces west. The rock outcropping upon which the turtles sit is a concrete artificiality created to add contrast to an otherwise unremarkable stretch of the creek.

Three grackles perched on a power line, crowed all at once and then fell silent as I walked under. The largest turned its head and followed my walk past them and around the corner. The smallest dropped acorns which struck the ground in unison with my left foot at my every-other pace.