"Cuckoo-Cuckoo-Cuckoo"
Cuckoo-Cuckoo-Cuckoo-I hear calling through the trees. Cuckoo-Cuckoo-Cuckoo-it floats upon the breeze. Just came back to the motorhome-after breakfast on a boat. Down falls the pitter-patter of the rain and the winds begin to blow! How varied is our weather-just like our conversations-- around the... Sign in to see full entry.