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The Tree House


Allan and I live in a tree house. No joke. We look out our windows and all we see are trees and the river. It’s beautiful.


We often have chickadees, titmice, and nuthatches, among others, that come to visit us. The closest branches of the oak trees are about 8 feet from our deck — almost close enough to reach out and touch the tips. Allan’s mom had some seed in her car and we put some on the railing last week when she visited and we had several visitors. While in town today, we purchased a feeder and seed. Hopefully we’ll have frequent visitors. I like to think of our feeder as a free gourmet restaurant for birdies.

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