The garden birds are my sunshine, my inner warmth as I watch them play. There are so many of them out there today, large and small, brown, red capped and golden stripped. I listen to their chirping; I watch how they seek worms and insects from the soil. They have an entire life of their own, these feathered friends, something completely separate from our human existence, yet I am so much richer for their casual company.
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