I should spend the next entry writing about the inside of the house... yet coffee & birds outside on the deck is a better place to spend the morning, and the only time and place I write. Crisp, but cold. Clear and dry. The doves are back along with a woodpecker I have no problem hearing, just trouble locating.
What a peculiar sound doves make when they flap their wings. I think they are courting right now. The sound of the river's a constant. For a moment I could have assumed it was the hum form some kind of industry. Thank god it's not.
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