His Eye is on the Sparrow

His Eye is on the Sparrow

It wasn’t that unusual to look out my back door to see the neighbor children huddled around something in the yard, pointing. It seems they are always making a discovery, exploring the edges near their fence, or finding new uses for their toys.

But this time, whatever they were looking at was in MY backyard.

Birds of a Feather

Birds of a Feather

Last week, as I was out in the yard picking up sticks, investigating new blooms on my flowers, and trying to figure out why my compost pile hasn’t turned to dirt yet, I noticed something caught in the wire fencing around Precious’ dog run. It looked like a...