When trees are stripped of their leaves in winter you can see birds hunkered down. I once thought if I had a choice that I’d love to be a bird and be able to fly. Then I thought about living in a tree, in winter, in the rain, in the snow. It can’t be an easy life.
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They have to live on the rotten Crabapples.
haha. funny…
the invention of the hosue was a pretty good one.. .:D
When I’m out shooting wildlife (especially birds patiently waiting to catch a fish) I constantly think, ‘I’m so glad I don’t have to hunt for my own food.’ It would be exhausting and unsatisfying.
I’ve seen crows walking with what looks like their shoulders hunched up, they look like little old men in black overcoats!
If I was a bird, I would definitely migrate! 🙂