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Like so many other songs, this one began as a musical idea while sitting in wild garden in back of the house that live in among the six foot high sunflowers, goldfinches, squirrels and the ubiquitous pigeons. This garden is an oasis for me, but it is just a short walk to the center of town. Most days the pigeons sit high up on the roof of the house and wait for the sun to hit the bird feeder. When it does they all fly down and peck birdseed off the ground. Lately they've learned that if they fly up and grab the feeder with their talons and flap there wing like mad, they can shake most of the food out of the bird feeder. I used to chase them off. But we have reached an understanding. I must have been feeling especially good when I wrote this. |
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