“‘We are nearer to Spring
Than we were in September,’
I heard a bird sing
In the dark of December.”
Oliver Herford (1863-1935), poet. I Heard a Bird Sing (l. 5-8). . . New Treasury of Children's Poetry, A; Old Favorites and New Discoveries. Joanna Cole, comp. (1984) Doubleday & Company.
TIME: 3:52 PM
PLACE: The alley
SUBJECT: Birds
Sunny, but very cold again today. These birds were splashing around in the water-filled depressions at the end of our drive. How these birds can stand being in the ice cold water is beyond me. I get the shivers just thinking about it. I am about done with winter. To give me an incentive to get out of bed in the morning, I keep telling myself that each new day brings springtime a little bit closer.
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Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Dirty Birds (055/365)
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