Ahhh, the most wonderful sounds of spring-when you hear the first clear, haunting, night song of the Whip-or-Will. The one thing I miss about home, down by the creek at night, is sitting on the bridge, the moon glistening off the water listening to the song of the night birds. A foreign thing for sure here in the dry feilds of corn and beans...
Thursday, April 19, 2012
SPRING!
Ahhh, the most wonderful sounds of spring-when you hear the first clear, haunting, night song of the Whip-or-Will. The one thing I miss about home, down by the creek at night, is sitting on the bridge, the moon glistening off the water listening to the song of the night birds. A foreign thing for sure here in the dry feilds of corn and beans...
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