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Willow Flycatcher 5/16/2000 Estero Morúa, México

Willow Flycatcher 9/22/1972 Flagstaff Area I have this marked down as Thrail's Flycatcher in front of Old Main. Looks like they've split Traill's (correct spelling) to Alder and Willow. Willow's range is slightly closer so I'm marking him down.


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Willow weep for me, willow weep for me,
Bend your branches green along the stream that runs to sea;
Listen to my plea, listen willow, weep for me.

Gone my lover's dream, lovely summer's dream,
Gone and left me here to weep my tears into the stream,
Sad as I can be hear me, willow, weep for me.
(Bridge:)
Whisper to the wind and say that love has sinned;
Leave my heart a-breaking and making a moan;
Murmur to the night to hide her starry light
So none will see me sighing and crying all alone.
Weeping willow tree, weeping sympathy,
Bend your branches down along the ground and cover me;
When the shadows fall,
Bend, oh willow, and weep for me.
(Bridge)
Weeping willow tree, weeping sympathy,
Bend your branches down along the ground and cover me;
When the shadows fall,
Bend, oh willow, and weep for me.



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THEY PLAYED WILLOW WEEP FOR ME AT THE CONCERT

Sun Lakes 11/26/2023 Steve and I went to see Peter and Jeremy at 2:00PM at the Musical Instrument Museum. Chad of Chad and Jeremy died and Gordon of Peter and Gordon did too. One dual left.

Willa Cather's Duck
READ ALL THREE DUCK STORIES
The river was clear there, and shallow, since there had been no rain, and it ran in ripples over the sparkling sand. Under the overhanging willows of the opposite bank there was an inlet where the water was deeper and flowed so slowly that it seemed to sleep in the sun. In this little bay a single wild duck was swimming and diving and preening her feathers, disporting herself very happily in the flickering light and shade. They sat for a long time, watching the solitary bird take its pleasure. No living thing had ever seemed to Alexandra as beautiful as that wild duck. Emil must have felt about it as she did, for afterward, when they were at home, he sometimes used to say, “Sister, you know our duck down there—” Alexandra remembered that day as one of the happiest in her life. Years afterward she thought of the duck as still there, swimming and diving all by herself in the sunlight, a kind of enchanted bird that did not know age or change.




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MEXICAN SAYING I'M SAUCE OR I'M A WILLOW!
SAUCE LLORÓN    HOW ABOUT
SAUCE LLORONA FOR A SONG? HA HA HA

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BUT I DIGRESS



El pato de Willa Cather
El agua del río estaba claro allí y era poco profundo ya que no había llovido y corría ondulado sobre la arena chispeante. A la otra orilla debajo de los sauces que colgaban encima, había una ensenada donde el agua era más profunda y corría tan lentamente que parecía dormir bajo el sol. En esta pequeña área una pata silvestre y solitaria estaba nadando, buceando y limpiándose las plumas, divirtiéndose muy felizmente en la moteada luz y sombra. Se sentaban allí mucho tiempo observando el pájaro solitario gozar. Ningún ser vivo nunca le había parecido a Alexandra tan   bello como esa pata salvaje. Emil debe de haberse sentido igual que ella ya que después cuando estaban en casa a veces decía:
—Hermana, ¿Recuerdas nuestra pata allá?
Alexandra recordaba ese día como uno de los más felices de su vida. Años después ella pensaba en la pata como si todavía estuviera allí nadando sola en la luz del sol, un ave encantada que nunca envejecía ni cambiaba.
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He and Mom always came to visit me wherever I lived.


WILLOW WEEP FOR ME

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Steve and I did all we wanted to do in a few days, hopped back in our van and headed home. The trip back had its moments. For instance, in the lobby of a KOA campground in Nebraska was a piano. I sat down and really started banging those horse teeth. I played "Sophisticated Lady" and "The Lullaby of the Leaves" and "Old Man River" and "Willow Weep for Me." Then I played "Danny Boy" and "Martha my Dear" and "Body and Soul." I was having a great time. Soon, however, I noticed that no one in the lobby smiled. No one came over to listen or make a request. In fact, people began to leave the room. Then I noticed a sign—a rather large one, and it was right on the piano music stand directly in front of my nose. It read:

This Piano Is Private Property and Not for Public Use. Those Who Play It Will Be Asked to Leave The Campground.

Then I understood the people's reaction. They saw me as a willful, brass-balled lawbreaker who could give a damn about the sign or anything else. Possibly they reasoned, I was a dangerous lunatic. I, in turn, reasoned that a dangerous lunatic who plays the piano must be even scarier than your regular garden variety dangerous lunatic—kind of the way a sociopath wearing a clown's suit is more frightening by far than a sociopath in a T-shirt, jeans, and sneakers. I decided to stop my performance after that first set and left the lobby humming the Broadway show tunes that I never got the chance to play.
There is little else to note here regarding the trip back in 1987 except to say that I learned that driving out of Nebraska is better than driving into it and that on the way back there was a horrible bloody fatality on a lonely stretch of highway in Northern Arizona, the sight of which haunted me for days and weeks afterward.