Redstart out my window. Sits on birch branch and sings the alarm at five.
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May 10, 2008 at 1:05 pm
Well I was woken at 5.15 by a pair of collar doves cooing……..I didn’t feel like turning them into poetry, just pie
but I like what you did here.
May 10, 2008 at 3:05 pm
Jo’s comment cracks me up! If I had to get up that early, I’d rather have a bird sing me awake than the blare of an alarm. Great American Sentence.
May 12, 2008 at 12:18 am
thanks to both of you
May 12, 2008 at 10:19 am
Your redstarts are so different from ours! I love being woken by the birds, even if it is too early in the morning.