At once a voice arose among
The bleak twigs overhead
In a full-hearted evensong
Of joy illimited;
An aged thrush, frail, gaunt, and small,
In blast-beruffled plume,
Had chosen thus to fling his soul
Upon the growing gloom.
So little cause for carolings
Of such ecstatic sound
Was written on terrestrial things
Afar or nigh around,
That I could think there trembled through
His happy good-night air
Some blessed Hope, whereof he knew
And I was unaware
Our Little Wooden Doll is all set to go birding this bright and cheerful morning! She is heading to one of our local nature centers with hopes of spotting some of her favorite friends – birds of all species!
She is wearing her khaki denim pants with a nifty little pocket. The pocket is just the right size for a stray little feather she might find along the way.
The matching khaki hat protects her from the elements and also keeps her well hidden in the brush. Since there is a little bird already resting on the brim of her hat, we know that birds need never fear her. And as you can see, her trust worthy “birding” notebook is peeking out of the tote bag as well.
Good birding, Little Wooden Doll!
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