Stones and Bones
June 23rd 2008 I woke up this morning to what I think was a magpie or a crow making some unearthly squawking noise outside the van, but when I looked, all I saw was the tiniest, sweetest little brown Wren bobbing about on the olive tree we have parked under. Last night we both stopped what we were doing to listen to the most unusual, haunting bird song I have heard in a long while. I unfortunately however, h
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