When I am lonesome
I look up to the clouds
For they tell me of how
They come and go.
When I am confused
I listen to the wind
For it tells me
What is best for me.
When I am mad I
Listen to the waters flow
It helps clear my mind.
Wintering Ospreys
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When the cold set in here in NYC, I took some time to travel south and
visit some Ospreys who are spending their winters in warmer environments.
This is ...
3 days ago

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