Three of them sit on the bare branches of the ash tree outside my window. A fluffed up, fat little triangle against the grey sky. Seemingly at peace, their heads turn constantly, always on the look-out with their black button eyes.
- Liz Terry – my random ramblings My blog, where I write about anything that inspires me – politics, religion, feminism…you name it!
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