passing scarlet

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Yesterday, I was working on my car in the driveway when I heard it in the canopy of oaks high overhead.

It was the unmistakable raspy voice—as raspy as Kim Carnes singing "Bette Davis Eyes"—of a scarlet tanager. They do not stay in my valley long, but just pass through like a brightly-dressed troupe of performers on the road to another venue higher up in the mountains.

And in this case, "Frankly Scarlet, we do give a damn."

- Video by Lang Elliott.

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