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Birds

Birds, they fly high above the land, over oceans, over mountains. They venture out to partake of the feast that God does lay out before them! They gather materials to build their home though squatter they may be. They build love nests and they love, which is more important than how big their house is, or where it is. Each morning they sing before the dawning of the sun... as the sun rises with its brilliant light. Birds come in all different shapes and sizes, each beautiful in their own way with their own personalities and characteristics... the same species; a variety of that same species.

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Date: 4/17/2015 7:29:00 PM
G'day Susan... nice explanation Susan. I just can't comprehend what a world would be like without birds. Thank you Susan - Lindsay
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Date: 7/27/2014 7:31:00 PM
A nice write Susan it seems the birds and we have a lot in common.
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