A rusty-feathered robin startled me more than a few times as I was weeding this morning. Whatever bugs I was turning up were so irresistible that she kept hopping within inches of me. If I could have? I would have put her to work! As it was, a whole flock of her friends took over the plot as I headed out the gate.
Bon appetit mes petits oiseaux!
Bon appetit mes petits oiseaux!
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