2.10.2013

fishing and signing in the culvert

crossing the painted red bridge at the pond i heard a babbling song echo out from below.

water ouzel

a water ouzel was fishing in the frigid creek. he bobbed from rock to rock and dove underwater as the water bubbled and swished by.

water ouzel, bubbling creek

i passed on raven's advice, but the ouzel replied "well, everyone knows that." ouzels are never conflicted.

water ouzel, swirling waters

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  1. then we must be like the ouzels. and sing in culverts. out loud. very loud.

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