“Hey there, Uncle Tree! Do you hear what I hear?”

I do, Goldfinch. I surely do, and I can see it, too.

“Oh, I see it now. Well…is it prettier than I?”

No, no, no, my friend. There is no competition.

“Yah, right, Uncle Tree. That old plane is a beauty!” 

Although, I do like its purr, your song is far more musical.

“At least, I have friends, and we have food, thanks to you!”

“Yellow bi-wings? Yes, we’ve got that covered, too.” 

Photographs by Uncle Tree

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