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Song Of The Chicklings

Open beaks are waiting for mom to drop one in On a high and sturdy tree a nest, full of baby birds Spring is humming... song of the chicklings.

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Sara Etgen-Baker

Date: 12/8/2023 3:33:00 PM

Oh, I just love that sound...baby birds and chicklings heralding spring. We've had baby birds in our trees for the past couple of years...hope we have some again this year...such a delight to watch. Have a great evening, Sara

Mystic Rose Rose
Date: 12/8/2023 4:38:00 PM

I am looking forward to another spring and many many birds in our trees, lol

Silent One

Date: 12/8/2023 11:41:00 AM

This is a lovely one..

Mystic Rose Rose
Date: 12/8/2023 1:36:00 PM

I was wondering what to write about, and I have a painting of a nest with babies and mom in my computer room, so I just looked at the painting and wrote this, :)

Daniel Turner

Date: 12/8/2023 7:37:00 AM

Very cute, Rose:) Living surrounded by trees, I can tell you, seems they are always hungry:) Great to see you Rose. You have a long cold wait ahead of you,

Mystic Rose Rose
Date: 12/8/2023 1:35:00 PM

yes we do, and I do have a cold lol, but I'm being a good sport about it, thanks for reading

Lin Lane

Date: 12/8/2023 7:31:00 AM

Sounds like 'someone' is in need of spring time. Sweet write, Vie.

Mystic Rose Rose
Date: 12/8/2023 1:35:00 PM

lol thanks Lin, I am :)