Fire in the heart of a crocus.The pigeon which I tried to photograph eating from a bird feeder suspended from the top of a window frame is this afternoon still at it. When not flapping to keep level with the nuts it waits on guard on the sill below. It is now almost a week since I first spotted this determined bird.
I read what seems to be the end of Les Miserables, but it couldn't be and it isn't. The Classiques de Poche edition which I have, contains only the first three volumes, but doesn't make this clear. There are two more. Amazon supplies Kindle editions of these within a minute at no cost. My concentration is not interrupted.
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