On my plate, crumbs from my breakfast croissant;
What I leave behind becomes a banquet for a blue-tit.
02/07/2012
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I,ll bet that little birdie will like this better than bird feed.
Posted by: laveta segura | 02/07/2012 at 07:25 PM