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(Painting, “Cooped Up” by Lawrence J. Davis) They were closed in for almost a week. The new flock, used to living free-range with their former owner, needed time to recognize their new home. We didn’t want to risk them wandering...
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We stuffed them into boxes marked “Smirnoff Ice” and “Captain Morgan’s,” small boxes, free from the local liquor store. John cut air holes on the ride across town, slicing with his utility knife in the passenger seat while I drove. When we arrived at the...
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I have my own picture window now, complete with bird feeder. Grandma fed her chickadees religiously, for years. Filling a rusted coffee can with sunflower seeds, she loaded the feeder outside her big picture window, daily. Seated...
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“The Windsock Visitation” by Brother Michael O’Neil McGrath “The Windsock Visitation” by Brother Michael O’Neill McGrath – See more at:...
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Eggs arrive one-a-day, like manna. We run to check the nest box, Israelites leaping at first light, hands open, to gather the mystery of provision from unlikely places. Photo Credit. Linking with Playdates with God and the Unforced...
