Friday, April 20, 2007

I've Always Wanted a Bluebird Box

When the old spruce tree fell over, Richard chopped it up and once the weight of its upper branches were removed, its 5 ft. stump righted itself, right back into place. Richard and I went to the local wild bird supply shop and found a bluebird nesting box. I've always wanted one and just never had the right place to put it. And now I do. The spruce tree's legacy, I guess.

1 comment:

CRD said...

Hi Ronna,
I think of you every time I tuck into a nice side of brisket - which means every Passover. Sadly, there's no Matzo Crunch to finish it off with.
Love your illustrations and hope you are doing well.



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