I am lost. How can someone like me be lost? It was expected that I will find my way. Oh, my!
What is this strange place? The special whiff of the air made me lose my way. I relied on that smell. Am I different then?
I am panicking now. I can feel my body becoming rigid. I stood rooted to my spot taking in the different scene. Oh boy! Oh boy!
It was exactly then that I heard my mother’s melodious voice calling at me. It was a muffled sweetΒ Trill. Thank you, Lord God.
After my mom admonished me for wandering away from the flock, we flew off and joined them.
Did you know: Male dark-eyed juncos produce a musical song consisting of a fast trill, and both males and females also give a quieter song that includes various whistles, trills, and warbles. Arkive.org
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Thank you Avni πβ€οΈ
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You’re welcomeππ
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Wow, I could relate.
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Yes! Actually, this was a metaphor from my past experience π. I hope you’re doing okayβ€οΈ
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Its beautifully related!!
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Thank you for that lovely comment πβ€οΈ
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Perfect pick photo to fit your intriguing thoughts to the Trill prompt! Nice job Winnie!
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Thank you Shelley for that wonderful compliment π
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What a cute idea! I love watching birds, and I have a tendency to imagine them with human-like emotions, so I really enjoyed this!
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Thank you for appreciating it π. I love watching them too. Maybe I was once a bird that’s why I have a connection with them π. Please read my past posts about birds also
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Greatπ
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Thank you π
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You never disappoint. This is a true genius
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Thank you! β€οΈ
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