(tales from the birdgirl)
November 20, 2014 § 4 Comments
At sunset …
… birds dart, swoop, call, perch …
… and then settle.
Later — only later — they’ll sleep.
Tagged: birds, home, nature, the sky, Winter
Wonderful! A gallimaufry of galahs, no less!
Free as a bird, eh? Looks rather attractive until i think about where they’re perching!
They look pretty happy, though … x
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