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Monday, January 31, 2011
Sighting the Dark-Eyed Junco
I very much hope that these were indeed the birds I saw yesterday in the courtyard. Partly for the triumph of identification, but mostly to be able to say, "the dark-eyed juncos hopped branch to branch in the crab-apple tree. The dark-eyed juncos on a grey morning, they flashed the white ribbons of their tails. The dark-eyed juncos flew to the roof when I opened the door and walked out into the daylight; I hope for their return, o dark-eyed juncos on a January day. Dark-eyed juncos on a January day, branch to branch and then down to taste the seeds, just before the snowstorm arrived.
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