Tuesday, January 22, 2013

Just when I was feeling angry

about the growing pile of Bluebird poop on my driver's door, this happened.




Early morning.  Plunking at the kitchen deck door.  Music music.

Once again, I thank myself for my own wisdom when I didn't do as the Domain Manager suggested.  Those flock-flying noisome gloriously-blue car-pooping Bluebirds love my berries.  The berry bush shall stay right where it is.

May the ripening continue.

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