The mare in the stable kept licking away  at the blood-slick head of her newborn foal till he was left spotless,  his needle-like brown legs shaking sporadically  underneath the sheets of hay. Her own tongue came back red but she didn’t seem to mind. I wondered if love was  licking away someone’s blood until they…

The quiet labor of Anna’s hummingbird fascinates me, a bird with a wash of ruby-pink at its throat, and a heart smaller than a thumb. Still brave enough to leave its nest each morning. The hummingbird moves in search of flowers through rows of trees, electric towers, lakes, much larger than its two bronze-green wings…