May 4, 2009

April 27, 2009

On a 75 degree day, not a cloud in the sky, a bird rests on the branch of a near-to-blooming tree. It is well camouflaged. Only its singing gives it away. It sits on a straight thick branch from which many thinner branches protrude. The bird is grayish-brown. Its tail is flat and rounded like a popsicle stick. The wind ruffles some of the feathers on the bird's back. The breast of the bird is marked with lines of white feathers. Its eyes are small black beads. The beak is also black. Unlike other birds, its legs are black or gray and near invisible against the branches of the tree.

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