Librarian and bird

The wren isnesting againher first broodof babes flewinto the elderand pineweeks agoand now shehas found anew cavitycloser to mewhere I watchher come and gotwig and branchwill lead to moreflight It is flightwe are fascinatedwith isn’t it? –the abilityto escapethe burning ofMorrisonTwainRushdieeven that bridgeto Terabithia can’tbe crossed safely It is my mother’svoice I hearduring the chocolatewarsContinue reading “Librarian and bird”