The other night, there was a teeny bird perched on one of the patio columns at dusk, next to the the transmitter for the indoor-outdoor thermometer. It stayed there most of the night; when Herself let ottoman-shaped dog out in the wee hours of the morning, the bird was still there. At dawn, it was gone.
It's always nice to see a tiny bit of wildlife nearby.
Poetry Thursday, Women's History Month
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