It isn't even a city, in our sense of the term, no more than a birdhouse is a nest.
And he said, ‘Barama, that is a pretty business—that birdhouse was my soul.’
A bluebird family has rented the birdhouse that my father built in our back yard.
Old Ringtail, as sure as I am standing here, and by the looks of things, trying his best to roost in my birdhouse!
