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My help comes from the Lord,
the Maker of Heaven and earth,
He will not let your foot slip-
He who watches over you will not slumber.
-Psalms 121:2,3

 
The ProgenyArdithSharonJasonDerek

Friday, May 26, 2006

Mr. Brown Thrasher

 We have a new resident in our bird community, who likes to sing atop a pine that's been struck by lightning so many times the top is dead. He has five or six components to his song, which he sings with wild abandon at various times during the day. 

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