Tag: birdsong
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Sunday Whirl #286
This Morning’s Walk was a winter’s song, a white-faced bracing melody, and I heard a robin’s rag and all that jazz, singing half note suburban charms. And as the wind bit stiff and grey, I saw snowdrops clumped below, deep-rooted, cold and thorny bare, a resounding challenge for a bird. So flit little robin, perched…
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