This is my mesh sunflower seed feeder, which lets the birds and the squirrel
get one seed at a time. Still, they can empty it now in two days.
I think these are house finches,
which are abundant here.
The bottom is bent from all the times the squirrels knocked it down;
I can only bend it back partway.
get one seed at a time. Still, they can empty it now in two days.
I think these are house finches,
which are abundant here.
The bottom is bent from all the times the squirrels knocked it down;
I can only bend it back partway.
In the Mountains on a Summer Day
Gently I stir a white feather fan,
With open shirt, sitting in a green wood.
I take off my cap and hang it on a jutting stone
A wind from the pine-trees trickles on my bare head.
Li Po [Li Bai] (701-762)
Translation by Arthur Haley
That these poems have come to us from so many years ago tickles my fancy,
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