The Birds

I’m at St Michael, on the front porch, waiting for the doors to open. A couple of woodpeckers are discussing things on the telephone pole out front; a blue jay was bopping around, knocking down fruit, in a tree overhanging the patio; and crows are ripping through the trees across the street behind me.

There’s quite a bit of other squawking, tweeting, twittering, squammering, and other carryings-on, too.

The sun is just now starting to break out from the overcast.

Ah! A new day in Boulder Creek!


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