tail feathers, he carries on
with ample swagger.
Perhaps his feathered
feet lend some credence to his
sashay through the lawn.
~dkm 93/365
Shelburne Farms in Northern Vermont |
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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