Footprints

(I was laid low yesterday by a twinge in my back after awkwardly lifting something heavy. Back to blogging today.)

Dark-eyed Juncos seeking sunflower seed traced paths on the deck. A birds’ life is very, very hard now. The cold is awful, food is scarce, competition is ferocious. In comparison our life is one of ease, plenty, and warmth.

A dog came this way as well, I think it was Stella.

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