Roosting
Feathers well and truly
fluffed
Head tucked neath her
frozen wing
It’s one mighty view
from
this here bough though
Listen hard
And hear her sing ………x
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Author:
Neville (
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Do you keep chickens? You in that coop?! lol.
Not any more .. but I do have a couple of geese who are very loyal and tend to keep intruders away .. not that we have had any yet thankfully ..
what a welcome song to Winter,
even within frozen bitterness remains the remnant sweetness: of cherished existence...
good read
thank you LB ... muchly and as always appreciated kind sir ....
.... Neville
Precise & witty.
Thanks for sharing!
... thanking you kindly for checking in my friend .. many thank you's
Neville
Another lock in - it's times like this that I wish I were a free range chicken.
love the write.
Thanks Michael & truly my friend, I know exactly what you mean .. Maybe we should quit the cult and join a flock or summat .. whilst maintaining a reasonable social distance, of course ...
May that song be heard forever Neville.
Andy
Thank you my golden friend ....... Neville
The voice of a she-bird calling from below the auditory level means the male is in for a winter treat - or so methinks........ or maybe tis a hen roosting and not wanting disturbance...........x
thank you for checking out this little scribble my friend ............ tis much and always appreciated ..
Awe! Cutenesses galore! and this little birdie needs a fur coat,
Fur enough ..... thank you RB ...
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