Monday, May 27, 2013

FLASHING YELLOW WINGS. GOLDEN ORANGE FEATHERS. An oriole came to call, flitting in the branches of the elm branch that dips toward our back deck. The oriole must have been eating spring seeds, and he bopped between branches, hiding behind leaves, then showing the glory of his birdly suit. Bob and I stood quietly and watched until he flew away. It doesn't take much to make a special day.

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