Out with the dog at dawn, I heard a sweet, familiar whistled song, shook my head and thought, "No, must be a titmouse."
But this afternoon, a handsome Fox Sparrow did indeed come to hop around under my feeders, and I thought "You're late getting out of here! Deep freeze tonight."
Countable for the Pemaquid CBC tomorrow?
Nancy
Nancy Dickinson
Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?—Mary Oliver
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