At sunset …
… birds dart, swoop, call, perch …
… and then settle.
Later — only later — they’ll sleep.
twenty-one words
(tales from the birdgirl)
(tales from the birdgirl)
At sunset …
… birds dart, swoop, call, perch …
… and then settle.
Later — only later — they’ll sleep.
Wonderful! A gallimaufry of galahs, no less!
Indeed x
Free as a bird, eh? Looks rather attractive until i think about where they’re perching!
They look pretty happy, though … x