Mrs. G


A short but sweet visit with Mrs. G…the Evening Grosbeak. We ran across her perched  upon a limb of a local tree where she gave us that who’s here glance…


and proudly proclaimed hello there my name is Mrs. G.


A quick little move from right to left…


and with a telling glance that, enough is enough, she swiftly ascended the tree and vanished from sight.

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