Bert & Beatrice enjoyed the raisin toast crumbs in peace. Old Crow chose to sleep in I guess. I observed him and three other old crows late yesterday fighting a fearsome battle over who sat on the cross over the Chapel. Only three best seats, you know. So one had to take a lower seat. Not the best one in the house, so a battle went on. They would dive at each other and crash as I am sure feathers flew. Chase would begin and one would fly back to regain the perch. Small time they would battle again. Guess the best man won--they all look alike to me. So they are home in the neat and resting. Meanwhile it is kind of cool and quiet. I thought of that great old hymn-MORNING HAS BROKEN. Do you know it? One of the beautiful old ones that sounds like poetry. Wish I could write pretty , but alas mine just come our funny.
SO BE IT
BETTY (need to get back to writing anyway) BOOP
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