Daffodils are blooming and pixies come from hibernation to dip hands and drink deep early necter. Pulling together they dance across petals and as the sun sinks down at our creek where mushrooms grow among blackberry vines they dance and play in twilight time. Afternoon's early with jays and finches briefly before the soaring of red tailed hawks has them hiding in trees playing with pixies who don't like hot afternoon sun. they both wait until the hawks wander off a mile or so to circle the American River down by the coffer dam. At the edge of the olive orchard you might see a fox or a coyote sticking its nose out of the manzanita with a fairy joyfully holding its ears.