The Morning Porch

Dave Bonta June 10, 2015 3

Have the flickers fledged? Their den hole gapes, silent. Is absence of evidence evidence of absence? A pileated woodpecker’s wild laughter.

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Carol A. Hand
10 years ago Permalink

Such beautiful reflections – reading them always brings me a sense of peace and wonder.
1. Dave Bonta
  10 years ago Permalink
  
  Thanks. I’m glad you find them so helpful.
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