Enjoying a Little Opie Butt

I wrote in The Bluebirds of Keith Jarrett about The Wild seeming not to signal its children to move on. Four days later, our area looked like this:   Needless to say, migratables had migrated quickly. Our hope is we provided fuel for their flights. Meanwhile, two days after WinterMan walked through our backyard, an … Continue reading "Enjoying a Little Opie Butt"