WHAT I HAVE DONE WITH BIRDS 



Always there is an abundance of the seed they love best to be 

 had for the eating, their crops eternally are stuffed to gluttony ; 

 always it is easy to find dust for bathing. Always they are to- 

 gether, tender, loving, and in reality cooing in an ecstasy of su- 

 preme content about it all. Mourning Doves, indeed ! One might 

 well covet such mourning as theirs. 



"They emerge in pairs and grow up close as they can keep together" 



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