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Early Saturday morning...
Everyone else is asleep, and one tiny fellow sings his heart out in my back yard.
I love these mornings; they're such a contrast to the hustle and bustle of the workweek. I have time to pause and drink in the light.
Everything's new, freshly washed and rinsed by last night's showers. I can smell the green.
And, Who-Dey waits patiently to come back inside, watching and wondering why his crazy human stands outside in her nightgown photographing the back yard.