I Write until I am Finished.

I am not through writing. I have more to say. Ideas come, and go, but when I write they flow. At times there are about 150 black birds that fly into our yard, and rest there in the sunshine, and the shade. They are noisy, and busy talking. Then when I send Butch, our dog outside, the birds leave as quickly as they came. They should know not to land in our yard. We have one, good, Tom cat who loves birds. All cats may love birds.

If the birds would gain up on the cat, they could take him for a ride. They are powerful when they are resting in the back yard. There is a noise. They are having their time to talk, rest, and get ready to fly away. They do, before the cat can pounce.

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