Monday, March 16, 2020

Gray

it was quiet, except when I had my hands full.  That's when a blue jay stole bark butter balls.  Titmice came for seeds.  Carolina wrens and downy woodpeckers wanted suet.  White throated sparrows stayed on the ground. Gulls fished and a bufflehead dived.  A pelican glided downstream.  But all I got in the dull light was a grainy titmouse and a white throat.  


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