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!
Tuesday, January 21, 2020
Dear Migrant Birds
The baths are frozen
But the creeks are still flowing
May you find water
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