When on a summer's morn I wake,
And open my two eyes,
Out to the clear, born-singing rills
My bird-like spirit flies.
To hear the Blackbird, Cuckoo, Thrush,
Or any bird in song;
And common leaves that hum all day
Without a throat or tongue.
And when Time strikes the hour for sleep,
Back in my room alone,
My heart has many a sweet bird's song --
And one that's all my own."
- William Henry Davies, When on a Summer's Morn
Good night. Stay Safe Karolina.xx
June  24

Thanks for the summer mouse

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Thanks so much xx

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Hi there 🤠
Old Man Turkey and I are playing the summer sunflower game and he's put SF out for our regular visitors and the summer critters.
Our spotting techniques are on rookie level but we'll do our best this morning!

Thank you for your visits and help with our garden xx
Have a wonderful blessed day today 🌞

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Thanks for the duck

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