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08 February 2007

Pity the Poor Junco

A junco who visits our deck to pick up seed that falls from the hanging feeders has a broken wing feather. It sticks out at on odd angle, as if stuck in a permanent salute.

It doesn't seem to interfere with his ability to fly; however, I can only imagine the havoc it must play when he tries to hop among close branches.


Blogger Grace said...

Hi Glenda,

Just checked your blog, read about the bird and then my eye caught your "Chameleon Woman" poem on the side. Beautiful!!! Read it several times.

2/9/07, 1:55 PM  

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