From their privileged perch on this sun-warmed rooftop, I could only imagine them warbling and chatting about being above the noise and slush of the traffic. Maybe counting the numbers of humans out and about stepping around dirt filled snow melt. Or just enjoying the sun before they took flight.
“He imagines a necessary joy in things that must fly to eat.”
~ Wendell Berry, conservationist
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