Coming outside on a damp, grey morning, I scare a robin into the darkness under the cedar. A fleeing mourning dove alights on the top branch of a leafless Liquidambar tree among the hanging balls of seeds. I won’t hurt you, birds.
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Hey Laura, Is there a bird in this tree? I don't see one! Cheriza
No, I'm sorry, it just shows the same tree without a bird, with bare branches and hanging balls of seeds. I didn't have my camera with me this morning. Just imagine the dove! cheers, Laura
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2 comments:
Hey Laura, Is there a bird in this tree? I don't see one! Cheriza
No, I'm sorry, it just shows the same tree without a bird, with bare branches and hanging balls of seeds. I didn't have my camera with me this morning. Just imagine the dove!
cheers,
Laura
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