From the blog www.blissanddrumming.com, read by Clementine. She also refers to this work: www.awakeningthetrueself.com

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It has been slow going for me, recognizing bird song in this city. I know the crows of course, and the jays, the twit and scream of the hummingbird, the robins, the parrots. I think that sharp yelp I hear is finch cry. I don’t know what those mottled black birds prancing near us in the grass sing.

Parrots fly overhead in a big flock, and they stagger en masse noisily across the sky of the park. I love how they seem as though they’re arguing as they go. I love how they seem to blink in and out of the air, looking like still-frame animation flipping pages across the sky.