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| Spring is sprung, the grass is riz |
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| I wonder where the birdies is? |
Well, we did wake to a surprise this morning! Do give a thought for the poor birdies: they must be having a hard time of it at the moment. As for me, in this topsy-turvy climate of ours, all I can do is thank God that I have a warm house, dry clothes and food aplenty. Any grumbles, gripes and aches and pains I might have are put into their proper perspective compared to the struggles of so many out there.
I agree, the birds must be really confused with the weirdly unseasonal weather we're having
ReplyDeleteI know, poor things.
ReplyDeleteThey're not the only ones... But they keep singing, which gives me hope. D H Lawrence:
ReplyDeleteI never saw a wild thing
sorry for itself.
A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough
without ever having felt sorry for itself.
...can we hope for another Greenpatch snowman?
ReplyDeleteThe rate it's going here - yes!
DeleteVery true. They were in full chorus as I plodded my way up to church this morning.
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