The start of a new year and my memories go back to happier
times when my husband and I would take autumn trips to
the Victorian Hightlands and birds different from home
A King Parrot, nervously sizing up the feeder,
not at all happy with my presence
taking heart and cautiously nibbling at a seed or two
finally he got quite used to me and gobbled up all the food.
I hope the coming year will be a better one than the last with the
loss of my husband and two dear friends.
The older we get, the more we cherish the people who share
our memories.
Wishing you all the Happiest of New Years!
Linking with Stewart's
PS . . . Oh, HAPPY DAY!!! The young pullets which have been
indeterminately sitting on a clutch of eggs gleaned from
my granddaughter's bantams that lay blue eggs,
have produced a chick.!!!!
I am ecstatic and live in hopes of more.
