The north wind has blown white grocery sacks into the far reeds. No! Rumps tipped up hose necks down probing for bottom morsels. Late morning radiant white Tatters against the dark conifers. They fly off!
The north wind has blown white grocery sacks into the far reeds. No! Rumps tipped up hose necks down probing for bottom morsels. Late morning radiant white Tatters against the dark conifers. They fly off!