feathers float on air
Summer-warm leisure breezes flow
rocking my hammock
The robins are building nests and every bit of twine, stick, or feather is fair game. I watched one trying vainly to lift an artificial flower spike he had procured from who knows where. After several attempts, he gave up and tore one or two of the silk petals from it for his nest.
Stay wild moonchild ~ JP
Crone and Curmudgeon 