Woke up this morning to a racket, but not the usual Propane-powered blueberry cannons (although I could hear them too). No, it was something a little closer. I looked out the bedroom window, and perched in the Magnolia tree was a baby house sparrow. After a short while of staring at him, I decided to give him a name: Sir Chips A. Lot.
No, he’s not a cool raptor nor a Sandhill Crane, Blue Heron or other bird of distinction. He’s rather simple and ordinary…but to me, he’s beautiful.
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