the apple core..

I met this little bird about 3 weeks ago.. He's a bit raggy looking but I still wanted his picture. I talked softly to him trying to get him to give up the twig.. not a chance .. nest making material, I suppose. It had great value to him so he wasn't giving it up. It reminded me of when I was a child and my mother would give me an apple.. I'd eat the apple down to the core and then put that in my pocket to get a few more nibbles out of it as the days went by. It had great value. My mother, as most mothers are, was very wise and seldom went through my pockets. When the clothing was washed I'd get the pants back with the pockets pulled out ready for new treasures. So the little bird helped me to time travel.. to remember the apple cores.

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