Foggy at dawn. When I open the door, a Carolina wren zips out of the old hornets’ nest under the porch roof and disappears into the lilac.
Daily short takes from an Appalachian hollow
Foggy at dawn. When I open the door, a Carolina wren zips out of the old hornets’ nest under the porch roof and disappears into the lilac.
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It’s good to see that the migration paterns of the Bontasorus has completed another cycle.
Yes, and one of these times I’ll have to fly into Newark (instead of JFK) and take the Greyhound over to Easton so I can visit you guys, instead of staying at some random Airbnb in New York.