mourning doves | mourning doves
Jul.30.2010
Wildflower meadows combed the walls of the valley, flowing to meet the meandering river below. No trail marked my passage, no bent green blade, fallen leaf, or barked limb. Birds toiled their world, feeding fledglings, mending nests, bathing in dusty earth. If they noticed my presence, I did not...
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May.02.2009
I like blue jays. Not everyone does, I know, but I like them despite their squabbling nature. Or perhaps because of it. We feed the birds all winter, and even now continue to feed them as they migrate north. I especially like the jays coming to the feeder and put out peanuts for them. They...
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