The rain has stopped, and a wet wren is hopping along the dripping deck, flipping sodden leaves up with its beak to see if there’s anything multi-legged and tasty lurking underneath.
I just felt like mentioning that.
The rain has stopped, and a wet wren is hopping along the dripping deck, flipping sodden leaves up with its beak to see if there’s anything multi-legged and tasty lurking underneath.
I just felt like mentioning that.