My papa loved birds, he loved to feed the birds and watch them. Sometimes in the dead of winter with the ground covered in snow and the trees bare, I'd look out the window into his old apple tree and it looked like it was full of big red apples but it would be redbirds. And the snow just made them look prettier. After he was gone I found this bird house he had made, and I took it home with me. It's hanging on my cabin until I find the perfect place for it. I thought it was precious.
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Sunday, May 27, 2007
MY PAPA'S BIRD HOUSE
My papa loved birds, he loved to feed the birds and watch them. Sometimes in the dead of winter with the ground covered in snow and the trees bare, I'd look out the window into his old apple tree and it looked like it was full of big red apples but it would be redbirds. And the snow just made them look prettier. After he was gone I found this bird house he had made, and I took it home with me. It's hanging on my cabin until I find the perfect place for it. I thought it was precious.
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