There are berries and there are berries, but the birds are picking and chosing. It has to be the perfect berry for lung-ch. One out of twenty.
__________________________________________Monday, October 25, 2010
Low down and berries
One of my friends calls wrens ping pong balls with tails. I saw one yesterday morning on West End Avenue. It must have been a fine nesting season, because there are lots of wrens scooting around.
There are berries and there are berries, but the birds are picking and chosing. It has to be the perfect berry for lung-ch. One out of twenty.
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There are berries and there are berries, but the birds are picking and chosing. It has to be the perfect berry for lung-ch. One out of twenty.
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