I am an incurable Porch Potato. Once I am in the chair, I'm done.

I let the phone ring,

the dog bark,

the pot boil,

the world can just simmer down, and let me watch the birds at the bird feeder.

The Rose Breasted Grosbeak is back at the feeder. Every winter, it migrates to Central Freaking America. Then every spring, it flies back to MY Feeder. The least I can do is sit still and welcome it back, dontcha think?

I love the porch.

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