Saturday, January 14

Foggy morning Coffee Muses

Foggy morning Coffee Muses…

It’s loud out this morning. Birds are singing all over the place. And the fog seems to act as an amplifier. Somewhere, way off, I hear what sounds like a cuckoo…There’s a slight breeze blowing cool, damp air out of the south, making it feel much colder than it is.

The tv in the house murmurs with whatever has caught my granddaughter’s interest. Sandhill cranes are passing somewhere up in the clouds, talking to each other as they tend to do. Way off over Mustang Bayou a murder of crows is raising cain as only crows can.

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