Happiness is when you go strolling and see one friend after another. Sometimes I hear them before seeing them. Who's there? Show yourself.Once again there was a swarm of grackles, Hitchcock Alley. Out on the Point the chickadees and titmice were picking at the same kind of seeds. A hermit thrush showed up. We stared at each other. "Haven't we met before?" I'm used to seeing this bird on the ground, not up a tree. And then there's the nuthatch, one of my favorites, a space-walker.
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