Saturday 29 March 2014

Lines Written in Early Spring
by William Wordsworth.

The birds around me hopped and played.
Their thoughts I cannot measure:-
But the least motion which they made
It seemed a thrill of pleasure. 



Earlier this week my garden birds decided that Spring had arrived.


My favourite pigeon enjoys an early morning bath  . . . .

. . 
 . . . .  before he rules the roost





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