Mockingbird
Mockingbird
I watched a mockingbird build its nest this beautiful spring morning in June.
A soft flowing breeze drifts with scents of orange blossoms and honeysuckle.
Twig by twig – winding, twisting, weaving a tiny bowl of beauty.
Copyright © Gayle Vanasse | Year Posted 2022
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