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I thought you were such a 'nice' girl WalkOn :-

A LITTLE bird, with plumage brown,
Beside my window flutters down,
A moment chirps its little strain,
Then taps upon my window-pane,
And chirps again, and hops along,
To call my notice to its song;
But I work on, nor heed its lay,
Till, in neglect, it flies away.

So birds of peace and hope and love
Come fluttering earthward from above,
To settle on life's window-sills,
And ease our load of earthly ills;
But we, in traffic's rush and din
Too deep engaged to let them in,
With deadened heart and sense plod on,
Nor know our loss till they are gone.

Re: Mystery Guest
 

:( What a poignant little poem.

I wonder how those poor little birds get into the cavity? What a shame that you can't find it and block it up.

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Believe me Willow, I have searched and cannot find anywhere .. will have to call a roofer out methinks to look. Must be a tiny little thing anyway. It's been crying most of the day .. I'm tough, but feel helpless. :(