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Black Birds

On this lovely Sunday morning, I looked from my bathroom window and also gazed from my kitchen window, and there they were. Arrested by their number, they captured my interest and for just a while, I observed their beauty and coordination. They flew in, feasted, and flew out and away; But not before I was soothed by them. So quiet they were, never annoying, orchestrating a spirit of symmetry. Surely, they have a plan and purpose, I mused. Should they be heading further South? Blackbirds are never disturbing, yet they are here, in late December, having not flown to the deeper South. Or will they? I mused. Perhaps this is South enough and the dixie chill suits them, or maybe they simply stopped to dine. Blackbirds. I do not know the details of what they are all about, nor do I know their next move or their route. I only know that today, they spoke to me of calm, peace, and poise. My day was good, but they made it better. Blackbirds. On this Sunday before Christmas '24, I am treated by God. As they feasted, I was favored with divine moments so void of common noises. This community has many acres of a peanut crop, but today, it was upon my one acre that they decided to stop.

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