The Morning Porch

September 21, 2011 by Dave Bonta

A low cloud ceiling imposes gloom and silence, save for the closest chirps. A nuthatch, normally querulous, sounds downright neurotic.

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Libby

September 21, 2011 at 10:30 am

The weight of those gloomy clouds is enough to make any creature neurotic.
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mareymercy

September 21, 2011 at 8:42 pm

save for the closest chirps

For some reason, this phrase speaks to me.
- Dave Bonta
  
  September 21, 2011 at 9:30 pm
  
  Really? Interesting.

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