small splendor…

September 18, 2011 § 10 Comments

Only the love birds were eating in the rain this morning.
I didn’t catch a picture of the fat-bodied lovelies before they went whistling to the top of the roof and refused to come back.

I left the back doors open, leaving only the screens, and started scribbling in my journal, to warm up.

And when I looked up, the rain had stopped and there was a six-bird chorus of seed cracking going on.

Hello, Sunday.

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