A jackdaw, in Stockholm (hard to believe that was almost a year ago now.)
I can't help thinking of jackdaws as the birds that will peck at my heart if I'm foolish enough to wear it upon my sleeve.
I am a native in this world And think in it as a native thinks
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1 comment:
Your portraits of birds are astonishing. Thanks for allowing us lucky viewers to peep into their souls. Love this Swedish character.
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