black as floodwaters—birds in spring's leafless trees 106: April 16th 2019 | bottlecap
- Between a day near 70 degrees, a winter’s worth of snow still melting, and heavy rains during the night, much of Vermont saw flooding. Our own brook behind the house was as high as I’ve seen it since Hurricane Irene, though even that remained half the hurricane’s flood. I spent the day in Burlington, Vermont. The seagulls were out and perched on top of lampposts, their cries as gray as the sky. There was a flock of blackbirds or grackles, perhaps, that filled a distant tree like drops of ink, flew off, made designs in the sky, then returned to the tree.