When writer's block is a little to much of a real block. It's Sunday afternoon, the only visible life forms are the birds squabbling at the feeders. I swear the sparrows are even bossier than the finches. If that's possible. With luck they are stoking up to go somewhere else. That is what happened last spring.
I've had a whole covey of quail take off from the deck outside the window. That was a sight. There's one that walks up and down the railing as if it's taking measurements to make an offer on the place.
As the cat says "normal is highly overrated."
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