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I've had a technical glitch in this introduction. I had a lot more to say about our lovely contributor today, but my fussy computer refused to add it for some reason. Reading this is exposure to our lovely contributor's unique writing style. I know you'll enjoy it, and be glued to the page. She's a sweet talkin' writer and such an observer of life around her! |
A poor lifeless body, a wee hatchlin’ dove, jest startin’ to get feathers lay inches from its nest. My heart breakin’ as I gently picked it up ‘n gave it a proper burial.
The cycle 'f life can seem so cruel. It's diff’cult at times to understand the balance of nature. I sat the nest next to a hummer’s I’d found late last fall --‘nother ripped by the winds that made its way to the ground. The photo is of ‘em side by side. I’m always amazed at how they can fashion sticks, twigs, grasses ‘n the like into these cozy ‘n soft creations. A miracle any survive our winds.
The Desert Willow’s begun to grace us with her blooms. A delicate pink ‘n one of the hummers ‘n bees favorites it seems. Bright, orangey red blossoms ’ve started to tease on the trumpet vine as well. This keeps my wee feathered friends from comin’ up to the feeders much, as the sweet nectar that nature provides calls to ‘em.
A vast buffet laid forth, jest as Mother Nature intended.
It’s a feast fer the eyes ‘n soul as well after many years ’f drought.