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He Braves Winter

Most birds fly south when Autumn winds herald old man Winter’s approach. Some just choose to brave it; like Mr. Lone Robin. He just sits, his feathers puffed out make him look so fat but, he’s hungry so I hang out a suet cake for him. He partakes eagerly every time and perches on the corner of my garage roof; staring in my kitchen window, he says thank you. Birds may not speak but, Listen to their hearts and souls You’ll feel their stories. We’re all the same tribe One world, one tribe, together And we share all pain.

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Eve Roper

Date: 11/27/2018 8:07:00 PM

Nicely done, M.L., I have been enjoying a group of Sandhill Cranes down for the winter out at a park I visit twice a day. Today there were only 3 , but yesterday I counted 16.. They use to be skittish at first and now they are getting use to me..

M. L. Kiser
Date: 11/27/2018 10:03:00 PM

What a wonderful thing; it's those moments with animal friends that makes life so special. Thanks

Winged Warrior

Date: 11/27/2018 7:33:00 PM

Birds of a feather...well, just call me big bird...awesome write M.L...love & light...^WW^

M. L. Kiser
Date: 11/27/2018 10:03:00 PM

Okay Big Bird, glad you thought it was awesome. Thanks

Michelle Faulkner

Date: 11/27/2018 1:12:00 PM

Love the story of your brave robin, so glad you put out bird food for him, I'm afraid all our feathered friends have departed for southern skies...

M. L. Kiser
Date: 11/27/2018 6:41:00 PM

There is always one robin or two that do not; I'm seeing this more and more frequently. But, because of its build and behavior, I believe one of these is the same robin. A true story. Thanks so much.

Vijay Pandit

Date: 11/27/2018 6:23:00 AM

It is a rare sight and delight when we see the birds in winter.We still have a few hanging around. You gave them a voice..M.L.K.

M. L. Kiser
Date: 11/27/2018 6:41:00 PM

I love birds, too; as did my late Mother.

Caren Krutsinger

Date: 11/26/2018 10:30:00 PM

I always thing One equals Won. Until we know we are all one - the trees, the land, the birds, the sky, all brothers, how can we ever fully love? We have red cardinals here, a few robins, and many squirrels and wrens, all my friends.

M. L. Kiser
Date: 11/27/2018 6:44:00 PM

Indeed we are all one. I see very few cardinals anymore; there is a pair frequently in my yard though. Pesticides kill so many birds. I think the squirrels out number them. I know the house sparrows do. Thanks.

Lunita Blanca

Date: 11/26/2018 5:43:00 PM

Yes Kiser, life is precious. The tiniest dewdrop hanging from a grass blade in the morning is big enough to reflect the sunshine and the blue of the sky.

M. L. Kiser
Date: 11/27/2018 6:45:00 PM

That's true, thanks for leaving a comment.