Last Thursday night we were pulling dead plants when Dad saw a group of (about twenty) birds up in the trees. We did not know what they were at first because we could not see there backs. On Saturday Dad showed me a picture I had taken and one of the birds that was looking down so we were able to identify them as Cedar Waxwings. The Cedar Waxwing migrates some areas of Nebraska. My bird book says that they live here year round, but I rarely see them.
"Don't let anyone look down on you because you are young, but set an example for the believers in speech, in life, in love, in faith, and in purity." 1 Timothy 4:12
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Cedar Waxwings
Last Thursday night we were pulling dead plants when Dad saw a group of (about twenty) birds up in the trees. We did not know what they were at first because we could not see there backs. On Saturday Dad showed me a picture I had taken and one of the birds that was looking down so we were able to identify them as Cedar Waxwings. The Cedar Waxwing migrates some areas of Nebraska. My bird book says that they live here year round, but I rarely see them.
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
The Wind By Robert Louis Stevenson
I saw you toss the kites on high
And blow the birds about the sky;
And all around I heard you pass,
Like ladies' skirts across the grass-
O wind a-blowing all day long,
O wind that sings so loud a song!
I saw the different things you did,
But always you yourself you hid.
I felt you push , I heard you call,
I could not see yourself at all-
O wind a-blowing all day long,
O wind that sings so loud a song!
O you that are so strong and cold,
O blower, are you young or old?
Are you a beast of field and tree,
Or just a stronger child than me?
O wind a-blowing all day long,
O wind that sings so loud a song!
And blow the birds about the sky;
And all around I heard you pass,
Like ladies' skirts across the grass-
O wind a-blowing all day long,
O wind that sings so loud a song!
I saw the different things you did,
But always you yourself you hid.
I felt you push , I heard you call,
I could not see yourself at all-
O wind a-blowing all day long,
O wind that sings so loud a song!
O you that are so strong and cold,
O blower, are you young or old?
Are you a beast of field and tree,
Or just a stronger child than me?
O wind a-blowing all day long,
O wind that sings so loud a song!
Saturday, April 18, 2009
Monday, April 13, 2009
Birds
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
Sewing Lessons
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