I enjoy nature; just walking around, smelling the grass, looking at all the beautiful colors of God’s creation… makes me right. Happy.
This mockingbird tried to keep up with my whistles, making me laugh. After wondering why he kept hanging around, even after the dogs came outside with me, I looked up into the areca palms and saw the nest. WHY do they persist in making nests in unstable growths? The last one they tried was only a third of the way done when a strong breeze knocked it down. Oaks grow all around us – go there, silly birds!
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