Telling tales, of walking in wild places, of painting, of sleeping in warm places and of mice and other things....
Sunday, September 30, 2007
Through the window
We have been watching, through the window. Birds come and go, from feeder to feeder. Bright jewels of birds, fast. And today a woodpecker! Fearsome, sharp beaked, bright eyed, with a red flash of feather and pied plumage.
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