The Morning Porch

Dave Bonta March 11, 2012 3

The mourning dove still calls at 9:30. A field sparrow’s accelerating notes: Hurry up! Hurry up! Daylight savoring time—when is that?

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Louise
13 years ago Permalink

Oh that’s lovely :-)
1. Dave Bonta
  13 years ago Permalink
  
  Thanks.
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