Musings, rantings, and dispatches from a rural homestead in the hills of the Willamette Valley, Oregon. Hot flashes included.
Thursday, February 28, 2013
Western Meadowlark
Finally managed to get a shot of this boy as he was perched atop our spruce tree. He hangs out all day long and sings me his beautiful song as I work. He reminds me that I do indeed live in paradise.
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