THE ROAD LESS TRAVELED

THE ROAD LESS TRAVELED
PERHAPS IT IS BECAUSE HE MARCHES TO THE BEAT OF A DIFFERENT DRUMMER

Thursday, July 14, 2011

TWEETER

This little guy was waiting for us on our gate post yesterday when we came home around noon. He did not want to fly away even when we opened the gate. I thought at first he was sick or injured but after a few minutes he just briskly flew into the sky and out of sight. Maybe he just wanted to be friends and we didn't "get it." Reminds me of an encounter between a farmer and an alien from Breakfast of Champions by Kurt Vonnegut.

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