Three Cranes sat upon a ..........
............a deserted work site.
My philosophy is that I don't need to know which bird is singing that wonderful trill I can hear, or indeed, what the call is, whether it's a mating call or a warning call or whatever. I just need to hear it and marvel. Now I probably have that philosophy because I'm an ignorant cuss that can't be bothered learning things but sometimes I think that too much knowledge cluttering my head takes me away from 'living the thing'.
That's just me.
When I was eating my home-made Cullen Skink at lunch time I thought about the big panfuls I used to make when I lived in Smiddyboyne that were especially appreciated and devoured ravenously by Dan and David. One is now dead and the other a Vegan. Life does roll on. I'll never want to clear away memories that gather in my heart, they make me want to hear birdsong.
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