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Sometimes
Sometimes you don’t know what to do…so you do what you love…because it comes naturally. I know why the caged bird sings, ah me, When his wing is bruised and his bosom sore,– When he beats his bars and he would be free; It is not a carol of joy or glee, But a prayer that he sends from his heart’s deep core, But a plea, that upward to Heaven he flings– I know why the caged bird sings! ~ Excerpt from Sympathy by Paul Laurence Dunbar
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Feeding
At the height of the snow storm this past Saturday (December 26th), I piled up pillows, grabbed a blanket and made a comfortable spot for myself on the couch and watched out my window for visitors to a seed bell I had hanging in my red maple tree. This is a series of photos I took of a cardinal feeding. Unfortunately the photographs are shot through the window and a screen so they are not tack sharp….but I liked them anyway. I am seriously considering removing the screen from that window though…just in case. 🙂