Monday, November 19, 2012


Daddy loved birds.  I like to think my ability to whistle came from Dad.  He had such an affinity for the feathered folk, when he would whistle, they'd come running.  There were times I thought they might be brave enough to land on his shoulders.

Daddy was the Birdman.  What a lovely memory.

1 comment:

Wendy said...

What a bittersweet post.
Sending hugs and prayers your way.