the 10,000 birds need some exposure.
Seabirds walk along the pier. The beach is rocky or you’d be barefoot. I’m stuck here working in a chilly room. Temperatures falling. I’ve borrowed a blanket and put on gloves. I’m looking forward to your return, your warmth and optimism. My friend, you watch waves under a bright white sun, the sky for once not the usual grey.
“May your trails be crooked, winding, lonesome, dangerous, leading to the most amazing view. May your mountains rise into and above the clouds.” ~Edward Abbey
I noticed on BBC World news last week the story of thousands of Snow Geese in Montana. Just a small story at the bottom of the U.S. section. It’s said, “Thousands of Snow Geese Dead.” It’s been 3 days, and no further news. CNN reports the story a day later as “hundreds” of geese. I am waiting for a public…
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