Bird

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Little Sparrow

Bird

Little Sparrow

Little sparrow hiding away
Under the leaves all day
A happy little bird today
Sleeping...

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The Bird's Are Singing...

Love

The Bird's Are Singing To Me

I'm resting here all day
Smiling away
Watching the birds
Sing all day
As the...

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Pearl the deaf Parrot ??

My hummerous entry for Matthew and co.

Pearl the deaf Parrot ??

Pearl the partially deaf parrot
resides at Christina’s care home..
l’m not really sure how...

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Odd bird

Odd bird

I'm my garden there I an odd bird,
It has a white speckled head brown body and small red breast,...

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Little Jenny wren ?

Little Jenny wren ?

Little Jenny wren is a such a shy bird as she hides betwixt the branches she does not say a word..tho she...

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Mr. Woody Woodpecker

Mr. Woody Woodpecker

I heard a’knocking on the tall oak tree but though I strained my eyes I could not see.. “a-rat-a-tat-tat”...

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My wise old Owl ?

My wise old Owl ?

A beautiful majestic barn owl
Silently glides from barn to tree
I stare at this ghostly...

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I am flying...

I am flying...

I espy the horizon it is in my reach as I run along this sandy beach.. I open my arms as I spread my wings...

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Chickadee

Chickadee
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Silent White

Silent White
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The hungry Heron

The hungry Heron

I heard the Daddy Moorhen yelp and yearn when I saw the hungry Heron in the burn.. Mammy Moorhen and her...

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Our feathered friends ❤️

Our feathered friends ❤️

I am so thankful for my precious sight.. as I gaze across at the horizon and watch our feathered friends...

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“Quack” “Quack”

“Quack” “Quack”

“Quack” “Quack” “Come out of that burn.. Mr Otter is ducking and diving..when are you gonna learn?”...

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Our feathered friends ?

Our feathered friends ?

To wear the wings of an Eagle and soar thru the spacious sky..I am always wanting to be a bird and have...

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He was a Seagull..

He was a Seagull..

He flew and he flew til’ he could fly no more resting in a wood.. there were oaks galore
And the...

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‘Strike a pose’

‘Strike a pose’

Turquoise green and the truest of blues he spreads his wonderful wings with his woos
Feathers...

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I am a bird ?

I am a bird ?

Boisterously blowing midst a northerly breeze I fly to a copse and flit thru the trees
I need to...