You Are Created to Fly!
On my way home yesterday evening I drove toward the rising moon in the east. It was beautiful over the water. I love this portion of my drive. Crossing the bridge seems to be a doorway of peace whether coming or going. As I looked at the moon I glanced into my rear view mirror …
Photo Credit: Grady Glawson She appeared wounded at first. Perhaps she was merely tired, vulnerable. She landed silently upon the fence railing and then glided to the ground just below the feeder. She wobbled a bit as she walked and her wing seemed bent. She looked about her fertively and headed for the patch of …
Jamie Lyn's Inkwell 