Mournin’…
Pretty One. ❤
Mournin’, Pretty One
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Moon Dove
Thinking tonight about everyone down in Texas and along the Gulf Coast.
With ❤
Be safe.
The Richness of Friends
I love meeting new friends.
Like the ones I met on my walk this morning around the ‘hood.
Benny the Bunny was first. He had the darkest brown eyes and he was the best model ever, never twitching a whisker.
I heard Lewis, long before I spotted him. The politest fellow you’d ever want to meet, and myohmy, could he ever SING!
I’d never met a bank swallow until today. Meet Sydney, who claimed he’d found THE best spot for a nest right there along the channel at Mill Landing.
And ahhh… Miss Henrietta. She had the softest feathers that gleamed in the sun, and a coo that made your ears feel like they’d just been caressed. 
Roger the Rabbit brought up the rear. A comical little fellow, he was. And I didn’t get a picture of it but he had THE cutest, fluffiest cottony tail I’ve ever seen in my life!
I sure hope I see them all again soon.
I’ve always said that a person is rich, as long as they have good friends. 😉
A New Day
The new day dawns.
Stretching out before us with a fresh chance to step forward and make of it what we will.
And how will we live this new day? Will it be for others, or will it be for ourselves alone?
For love, or for hate?
Will we build, or will we tear down?
Reach out for greater understanding or cling in fear to the safe world we already know?
I guess the choice is ours, and ours alone.
We have this day.
Mourning Dove Woes
I met the prettiest little mourning dove last evening.
Perched high up on a telephone wire, she looked unusually worried.
For a mourning dove, that is.
“Just tell me one thing,” she called down to me as she struck a pose.
“Does this power line make me look… FAT??”
Of course I told her she was PERFECT.
Just as she is.
Power line, or no lower line.
❤
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