There is a small flock of Robins that roost in
my tree line every year on their migration South.
They laugh and chirp morning and evening,
exchanging tales of their daily adventures.
I will not see them again until the second week in March.
Safe flight
i would happily frame that first image and put it on my wall, love it
ReplyDeleteit is nice that they come see you in
ReplyDeletethe fall and spring. lucky girl☺
it is surprisingly very cold morning here,
almost like middle of winter.
there are always a couple that rest for a bit in our garden every winter - what incredible distances they cover, yet they look so tiny, fragile. and i love your fields bracing for autumn.
ReplyDeletethank you everyone
ReplyDeleteyour kind comments make my day
*smile*
xo, j