from pavement six feet below.
Little gray toady.
Soon jumped down again.
to hop off into the grass.
Must have been frightened.
~dkm 101/365
A journal of outdoor observation, written in response to the simple act of paying close attention for an hour a day to the natural sights and sounds of an ordinary backyard in Decatur, Georgia, or wherever my travels take me, with the intention of recording the single most interesting perception of the hour. The challenge has taught me to expect the unexpected!
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