17 December. Bright sunny Thursday, just like old times. No, just like today...
Furious flock in their quiet mode. A wobbly clay bowl centered on wide green field, our local meadow--rumpled sedge, burdock, mimosa shoot. Whose yellow blossoms still months away, billowing...
The silver-gray rock dove, jay and daw (not shown)... Chickadee and finch, and tiny white-crowned sparrow--high on spindly branch of pine. An old Chinese poem, something from the T'ang, no doubt. Our pleasure, our thanks...
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