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K Mark Schofer

Today, about an hour before sunset I heard a click click sound in the pine tree off our deck. the sound was rhythmic and certainly caught my attention.

I looked in the tree and it took me a while to see the loveliest of birds sitting on a branch. It sat there content with an occasional click click. I moved closer simply to watch. He didn’t seem to mind.

He flew to another branch and now we were face to face. I listened and he seemed to stare back, occasionally ruffling its feathers. It seemed like it had something to say. It was a melodic moment which brought me great peace.

The Dark-eyed Junco seemed to understand.

Hello,

I’m Mark

His friends observe Mark seems wired a little differently. Perhaps it’s more likely that noticing little things often missed by others is a relic of a quieter, simpler time. He has a way with words, which he refuses to let be hindered by sub-par typing skills. People have great stories to tell if you sit and listen.

A belief dear to Mark is that there is certain beauty in the world. You simply have to look for it.