The magic always begins slowly.. I stop and listen to the chorus of birds just before dusk, their last call to each other before the sun goes down. The perfume of wild mint and dill float in the air and it feels almost mystical. I walk here almost daily finding more than I came looking for, every time…
Loved his white tail!
This cat was personable! I don’t think it was feral, he followed me around on the trail and it seemed like he wanted to come home with me. Purrrfect!
copyright Estee Millar
“I caught a glimpse of happiness, and saw it was a bird on a branch, fixing to take wing”….Richard Peck