suddenly there came a tapping,
As of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
Tis some visitor, I muttered, tapping at my chamber door
Only this and nothing more.
The return of two Downies to our backyard reminded me of this poem, not remotely like Ravens! Of all their tribe, they tap the quietest and are most trusting of humans (or oblivious of us).
These plump sparrows arrive in late fall and are still here, waiting for an impulse to fly to their breeding range in northern states and Canada. White-throated sparrows peck under the feeder for food spilled by Cardinals and others from
I used to think my human was smart, but I now realize he only looks that way. I know I shouldnt be anthropomorphic about one Im particularly fond of. **************************** Did you ever suspect that dogs often turn out looking