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Wind in the trees seems to quiet the mind.
Bird Droppings May 28, 2026Wind in the trees seems to quiet the mind. After several days of heavy rain, I am sitting at my computer, thinking back to three years ago, when several storms swept through the area. Just before I went to bed, according to the weather, we would get another storm during the…
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Is it a paradox that sometimes small can be big?
Bird Droppings May 25, 2026Is it a paradox that sometimes small can be big? The past few days have been slow for sunrises, with clouds and fog nearly every morning. Somehow, between the clouds and even in the fog, I have found images worthy of a photo. Finding the tiny pieces within our existence is…
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Is it only a dropped feather?
Bird Droppings May 12, 2026Is it only a dropped feather? “If we consider the eagle feather with its light and dark colors, we could argue that ‘the dark colors are more beautiful and, therefore, naturally more valuable,’ or vice versa. Regardless of which colors are more beautiful, necessary, or valuable, the truth is the bottom…
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Seeing and hearing an owl and thinking about happiness
Bird Droppings May 7, 2026 Seeing and hearing an owl and thinking about happiness “If you observe a really happy man, you will find him building a boat, writing a symphony, educating his son, growing double dahlias in his garden. He will not be searching for happiness as if it were a collar button that…
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It is not always all in a name.
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Sometimes I feel like I am missing a day.
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I was listening to the stillness of a morning, the sunrise, and sometimes we needed a window and not a mirror.
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Flowers are red, green leaves are green, and that’s the way it was meant to be.
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I was looking for deer and a red-tailed hawk when I saw a gray fox.
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To think, or at least trying to this morning, could my brain be foggy, trying to focus through the fog?