The Tale End of the East-ing Journey

I held an article on Davey Crockett open on the iPad in my lap, but the critters captured my attention. A cacophony of birds fluttered from branch to branch in the trees. I recognized the flash-red of a cardinal, and to my delight, I spotted a blue-bird. Bluebirds disappeared from Oregon almost 100 years ago. The rest of the tiny finch-like birds are new to me, and I couldn’t find the wood-pecker that rat-tat-tated nearby, but I loved that the woods were alive with song.

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