There are a number of things I want to write about this morning, but I can’t settle my mind on any of them. So I’ve committed myself to watching the birds. Get back to basics.
With the leaves gone, the trees have become open stages. I see every move the birds make. They’re hyper, always in a panic, it seems. I suppose I only see them when they’re in a p…
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