Yodeling in an Empty House, William Welch
YODELING IN AN EMPTY HOUSE Those chatty starlings are back, and the loquacious grackles. Every spring they perch around my chimney, squawking and trilling down the flue. I kneel by my cold hearth, raking ashes. It’s clear they are like us, those birds, they love bouncing their voices off cave walls, they love […]
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