Friday, April 5, 2019

A Friend Migrates Home

An old friend reappeared in my life today. I got home from work. As I took my mail out of my mailbox my old friend greeted me from the highest branches of a tree. Now that my friend is back I expect to hear it calling almost every day. Those red shouldered hawks - they like to talk and they like to talk all the time.



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