Preening Season

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Beauty of the feathered kind
brings me the upmost joy

The males don their brightest colours
while the females remain shyly coy.

Nice to be a spectator, when Spring arrives,
the bright display of breeding birds – oh boy!

(For Nancy Merrill’s A Photo A Week Challenge: Beauty)

9 thoughts on “Preening Season”

Rupali says:

April 21, 2019 at 12:29 pm

Beautiful.

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  April 21, 2019 at 12:30 pm
  
  Thank you.
  
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Ennle Madresan says:

April 21, 2019 at 2:35 am

Great photos as always!

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  April 21, 2019 at 8:53 am
  
  Thanks. And Happy Easter!
  
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  1. Ennle Madresan says:
    
    April 21, 2019 at 9:16 am
    
    Thank you, and to you as well!
    
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Prior... says:

April 20, 2019 at 9:23 pm

Beauty in words and feathered friends photos

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  April 21, 2019 at 8:46 am
  
  Yes, thank you.
  
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awisewomansjourney says:

April 20, 2019 at 7:10 pm

Love this V.J.! ❤

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  April 20, 2019 at 8:50 pm
  
  Thanks so much.
  
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