Thursday a lone chickadee decided to do a little spring cleaning in one of the wren houses.
Thick clouds were moving in, ahead of a line of heavy rain, and the little bird seemed aware that there wasn’t much time for nest clearing. 451 more words
So Pit-Girl came back today while I was at work.
I am SO very angry, I can hardly see straight, however. (And this is NOT because my nose is all out of whack; it’s just out of joint. 491 more words