is full of song.
The birds
are all
singing
singing
their joy.
Robins, junkos,
finches,
finches,
bluejays,
evening grosbeaks
evening grosbeaks
and a
busy squirrel
are at
the neighbor's
feeder.
Softly,
a woodpecker
taps his rhythm
as I pass.
All of the trees
are alive
with the song
of the
coming spring.
I just wrote a wee blog bit on the birds I could see at the moment...
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