two reasons to stop on my walk:
To stare:Two large birds flew around trees, rested on branches, flew again in the woods along Bay View. From their high, soft screams I guessed they were hawks but I couldn't get a good view. If so, what were they doing in mere trees, acting like commoners? Why weren't they soaring?
To stuff: Blackberries are ripening!
About Me
- Jim Krosschell
- Retired publishing executive ecstatic with the idea of spending most of his time on the coast of Maine
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