January 22, 2015 • 2 Comments
Have you ever had the feeling of being watched?
We have a friend, who we lovingly refer to as Pablo, and who visits us frequently. On this day, the sun was just barely lighting the sky, the first hints of snow were softly falling, and there he was. We would not have seen him had we not first watched him swoop low across the ground and then camouflage himself high in the branches. A most wonderful start to the day.
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