The bluebird boy uses his beak to carry bugs and caterpillars for his nestlings and haul away nestling excrement deposited in fecal sacs. He keeps a tidy nest. The female does all this and has a uterus
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66 words, 9 photos, 1 prayer *** Read the Headlines. Hide under bed. ~~~ Shadow Unleashed. What have we done? ~~~ Scary dreams. No one to tell. ~~~ Hold trembling self. Find Balance somewhere. Coneflower
Read more →“I don’t come to Vic’s cairn so often now,” I said to my friend. She and I had walked my favorite forest trails before taking a side trail to the stone memorial where my husband’s ashes are buried.
Read more →When the lupines pop, the bluebird eggs hatch, and lettuce seed germinates, I remember my husband Vic. His death is part of this season, part of the earth and the cycles of my life. Images of Vic’s
Read more →Go outside and plant, a wise voice in me said. You need flowers. Garden plants sat on the porches and at the side of the house. They were hardened off and ready to go in the ground. Part
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