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At first he seemed terribly confused--I think it might have been because, though I sounded like a bird, I sported no discernable feathers..
At first he seemed terribly confused--I think it might have been because, though I sounded like a bird, I sported no discernable feathers.
I love bluebells. Already they are begining to show themselves in my garden, along with the purple and pink crocus. I have always loved bluebells. I am sure the faeries in my garden play music on them when I'm not looking. I enjoy the honey bees humming along. Here I caught the honey bee--but not the fairy!
When a situation happened which could not be changed, or reversed, Grammie Jenny would say, "Well, that's them apples." Meaning, "that's that, can't change anything, now leave it alone."
Along the lonesome road leading to Coos Bay on the Oregon Coast, there is an viewing area, which is part of an elk sanctuary. Any time of the year, one can find herds of these magnificant animals moving freely and fearlessly across the grassy meadows.
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