By Dakers

Colourful beads

The weather is much improved, although I am not. I open the door and the air is filled with the sound of birdsong as they all go about their business.

I was sad to see that one of the male pheasants who reside in the garden had ventured onto the road and had been killed by a vehicle.

Pheasants have wonderful plumage but they are not blessed with any road sense whatsoever.

Back inside in the warmth, I ventured into Pat’s dressing room and took today’s Blipfoto which is of various beads and necklaces hanging over a hook in the sunlight.

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