Surrender

On By Mike and Christy
In that ever uneasy moment of surrender a Red Squirrel forests to scold us for walking near her tree, the tree where the bird feeder hangs, while I forget to chase her away.

Perhaps our truce will continue into the spring ass who has time to quarrel when the sky is so blue.

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