Flew into the glass on the store front door, and was lying dead on the porch in the morning.
I hear them in the trees often, but never see one. Jean and I paged through the bird book until we found it. It has a black cap.
When the bird is alive, it isn't easy to see the perfect pattern of the feathers, or the textures of the beak, the feet. I love the chance to look close
Hi Susan, Thank you so much for your lovely letter. I am about to make a post about it now on my textile letters blog. The embroidery in the background looks really beautiful.
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so still
oh this time of year there are so many tiny deaths
True, but so many tiny lifes, too.
These pictures are so sad to see, but at the same time you've managed to capture a special beauty in them.
When the bird is alive, it isn't easy to see the perfect pattern of the feathers, or the textures of the beak, the feet. I love the chance to look close
Hi Susan,
Thank you so much for your lovely letter. I am about to make a post about it now on my textile letters blog.
The embroidery in the background looks really beautiful.
Oh, so sad.
Karina, I'm so pleased you asked me to be a part of your fascinating textile project. I hope weavers will take time to look through the posts.
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