spotted a wooping pidgeon from the winow, approaching a perch at the end of the ridge of one of the roofs between the more distant bluffs and this observation point. A long dive, a climp, a few wing flaps to balance, then another long dive, then a climb and a flutter to catch maybe a stall. Then another dive, culminating in a flutter as the bird reaches the top corner of the building and its perch. Remeber the blackbird the day berore yesterday and the magpie yesterday. They did not fly in long swoops like the pigeon, but they had the same objective.
There are too many things making distractions now, this life is becoming more and more complex. The son is proceeding with his plans, and the the wife seems to spend most of the day sorting things on a computer. No idea as to what is really going on, the only way is to carry on, for anything else would be a waste of time.
There are now nearly ten years of these daily posts available online. That is a long time when viewed from one perspective, and an inconsequential one from almost any other.
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