Saturday, September 16, 2006
Out near the birdbath.
These fullof life and laughter crew just came out of my dreams early one grey morning. I opened my eyes and there they were just for that moment, mucking about near the birdbath. It had rained all night and after a grey dawn a gentle strobe of sunlight lit up the branches around the birdbath and there ther all were a sparkling away. Then poof... gone. I heard the beautiful song of the Butcher Bird break out near the bird bath... he would have seen what I saw an more...ahh its nice out here sometimes.
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