Robin’s found his lyrics;
flexes all his toes.
Sings! This little heart-throb.
Sings! The season’s rose. Continue reading “The Season’s Rose”
When Christmas Eve had come at last
and all the bells rang out,
the Salvation Army choir folk
went carolling round about. Continue reading “Joy of the Season”
Old-fashioned, just like Grandma Manticore used to make!
keeping the grackles at bay
Where an eclectus, a senegal, an amazon, a cockatiel, and a budgie fly free. Sort of.
September 17th & 18th at redpepper & Deavor
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