Letters from a Hill Farm
Oh, how sweet! There is nothing like the whispering peeps of baby birds. I have some baby wrens just outside my kitchen window that serenade me when I am washing dishes. I'll be sad when they fledge.If Momma Robin allows, keep us up to date on their developement. :)
Your adorable photos reminded me of this Robert Louis Stevenson quote: Soon the frail eggs they shall chip, and upspringingMake all the May woodsMerry with singing! Merry, indeed!
Lucky you, Karin! What a gift to have them so close. Alison, I love, love, love this. I had never heard it. Thanks so much.
I am changing how I post your much appreciated comments. Since I began the blog, I've waited to post them until I had the opportunity to respond. Sometimes that's taken a while, so I've decided to moderate them and post them as soon as possible, and then I'll respond when I get a chance.Also, you may comment on any posts, no matter how old, and I will receive notice.