2013-First time I’m not away in the beginning of January.
Walking at the reservoir, two pairs of bluebirds play a game with me. They perch on the railing just ahead of me, and when I get too close, they, one at a time and in sequence, jump into the air and then resettle on the railing just ahead and then get ready to do it again. This goes on and on and they never decide to just land behind me and get it over with. It makes me feel like Sleeping Beauty in the meadow.
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