Today Markel was busy feeding the little birds, and keeping the fire in the fireplace going. It was a cold wintery day (with temps in the teens).
The birds have come! They sing, they sing!
On greening boughs that sway and swing,
And over meadows winging,
Where late the winter's snow has lain,
Clear washed by April's warming rain;
And verdure fresh is springing!
Catherine J. Miller (Aunt Kate)
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