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It’s hard to describe how songful the backyard birds are.  That I can’t yet name these small birds is due to the time in the garden with the broccoli, beets, basil, dill, and chives.  I’ve never  planted food from seed nor have I had to navigate the now 3 feral chickens to make sure the crops are still thriving.  The yellow leaves on the broccoli were a sign to transplant them into the earth with their siblings so that the integrated soil can deepen their new root life.  Meanwhile, the birds chirp away, talking, singing and finding in their own voices a hint of spring gone wild.

“Half grown barn owls,” by William Lovell Finley; Herman T. Bohlman, Oregon State University Special Collections and Archives, 1900 – 1909

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