I'm sure that like me, many of the day's visitors walked right past the tiny owl assuming it was a stuffed bird. You can see what I mean from the first photo. And what a treat to see the hawk up close and personal.
My garden has grown beyond my reach — now what?
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Sometimes by the time midsummer arrives in my garden I can take a breath.
Other times that breath is more of an exasperated sigh. It's a rhythm
that's as...
14 hours ago
1 comment:
ha!
When I saw the first bird I thought it was stuffed and thought you have some weird taste in decorating.
;0)
That hawk is beautiful.
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