The month of November happened in a flash of a feather. These thirty days always soar by like a bird in flight, in want of nest, but in need of push. Thirty days of flap and wing, and dream of rest.
Words, like birds, were meant for the air, and Novembers I think were meant for both.
There are perfect plastic doves perched on my Christmas tree, and a thoughtful crow across the way who watched me place them with care. I tell a friend I will love any poem if it about pigeons, and in the quiet mornings, I flip my pancakes and think how it is a poem about puffins that first sugared my heart.
The air smells like sugar now.
In the oven is ooey gooey butter cake, something I baked because a friend brought me the idea of it. A handful of fireflies in my comments section leading me to something delicious. The soft lightning of words.
I love how they make a mark.
Day 30 of 30.
Best beloveds, thank you for reading along with us.
Peppers, thank you for blogging. It is always an honor to write alongside you.
rarasaur 
You’re a gift, wrapped in a song that ends in a poem that brightens each day simply because it exists!
Thank you for you 💜
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You’re so sweet. Thank you, Dinah. ❤ ❤ ❤
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Dinah’s got it right, all of it ❤
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It’s been really enjoyable – thanks to you and everyone 👍
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Your writing is a delight to read.
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Good writing!
I love crows. I don’t like any other bird. I was once followed by a vulture for a long time. He was a lone stalker. He eventually made me nervous, and i walked on the boundary of the woods. Animals have so much power over humans.
What’s the strangest bird interaction you’ve had? Has a pigeon ever turned on you?
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Ah I love pigeons so much. If one turned on me I’d probably think I deserved it. I’ve been attacked by a few geese, but that’s a pretty standard odd interaction.
My strangest interaction had to be the way peacocks followed my late husband everywhere. A few times, at zoos or local farms, folks in charge would ask us not to feed them, and we’d explain that we didn’t. They would just find him, wherever he was. 🙂
Vultures have such a gravity about them. I could see that one being unsettling. 🙂
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