Sunday, November 22


Sunrise – what a beautiful morning. When did the yard acquire so many blackbirds? The ouzel cock so black of hue/With orange tawny bill… There must be a dozen, rustling through leaves in search of insects. Their shrieks of alarm...the flow of mellow notes.

Mrs G. has just stumbled back indoors, gasping ‘gas and air, gas and air’... Apparently it is freezing outside. Cold potatoes and fruitcake for supper.

Relative affluence: filling your bird feeders with cashew nuts.

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