Wednesday, August 6, 2008
Beware of naked birds
Or - maybe I should have my mouth washed out with feathers. We stopped alongside the road to look at wild asparagus. A herd was moving through the valley and the sound of their hooves was, well of course I’m kidding, I’m always kidding. My sister-in-law from Texas had never seen wild asparagus and these plants had gone to seed, the bright green feathery foliage was the only green on the hillside. When they came back, her 5-year old grandson had found a feather and asked me, “uncle John, what...
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