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It floated into the yard from elsewhere and landed on its side in the grass.
It was empty, a woven hot air balloon that once hung hidden in the canopy
of scrub along the fence line. How had the intricate building and the site been
undetected? How had the song been ignored? And that the flash of orange feathers in so much greenery was never seen seems ethereal. Now halved
oranges are spiked to trees and grape jelly spooned onto feeders. Inside the house each window passed requires a quick glance out, and outside, eyes avert skyward, searching and hoping.

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    Neville Hunt about 4 years ago

    I checked out the oriole as I was unaware of it. Assuming that you refer to the New World Oriole, what a beautiful bird it is. (The Old World one, apparently not a direct relative, is beautiful too.). It's a lovely Drabble, D.M. ...and I've learnt something more today too :-)

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    Drew Martyn about 4 years ago

    Yes, very informative. Lovely.

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