I was watering my Boston Ferns on the back porch,,,and look what I found....they are some kind of a wren? The dad is red with brown stripes and the mom is just brown with stripes? Too cute..
Not flesh of my flesh Nor bone of my bone, But still miraculosly My own. Never forget For a single minute: You didn't grow under my heart But in it. Fleur Conkling Heyliger
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