He had been thrilled when the Grosbeak had visited his feeder one day in early May. The bird stayed a few days and left, continuing his breeding migration northward from Central America. For the next two years, the Grosbeak returned until one year it didn't. Part of him was wistfully missing this once a year visitor but he also grasped the reality that the bird probably didn't have a long lifespan. And to have survived those thousands of flying miles for three years. A small miracle in a world fully bursting with such events, all there for the viewing.
One of his wife's favorite gifts to him were cat themed socks.
Being brought up in the country, the first bird calls he remembers hearing were mourning doves and red-winged black birds.
Led Zeppelin soundtrack for many brokenhearted, straight, nineteen year old males from the early '70's: "Babe, I'm Gonna Leave You", "Dazed and Confused", and "Since I've Been Loving You".
Cute feets, sweets!
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