My mother tells a story about how gold finches were ill omens. They called these golden hued finches, canaries, and the day the telegram came to tell of her uncle’s death overseas, she looked out and the farm fields were covered in gold finches. She still can't stand the colour yellow.
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wild birds are organizing to go tuesday january 15th ,
7pm to (jewellerbau/gallery42) to see you,and
hug you...
i love this blog!
dina
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