Late evening, just as it was getting dark, I would go outside and watch the darkness come. A blackbird, disturbed, flew along the hedge uttering its evening cry. A wren gave a defiant trill, then slipped from the pear tree to its roost under the eaves.
~C.R.Milne #SundayThoughts pic.twitter.com/6nvqv6j0jc
— A.A.Milne (@A_AMilne) July 7, 2019
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