They come and perch on our bird bath, like dignified and well-dressed guests in need of a place to rest their weary feet. I don’t see them bathing very often, just perching, watching and thinking birdie thoughts. They don’t stay long. I am always glad of their brief patronage and hope our bird bath gets good reviews since I put in fresh water daily.
One day I looked out to see a different kind of critter perching on the compost fence, but with no dignity whatsoever. He had a hard time balancing and looked more like a clown working the high trapeze act at the circus to get a few laughs. I gave them to him.
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I suggest you perch on this blog post in the morning before it disappears.
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