WELCOME to mira's merry maze of mirrors and miscellaneous mumblings .We are mirrors . Through you , I come to know myself. Without you , how can I know the places in me that are unkind and invisible ? You bring me to myself. THIS IS MAY NOT BE THE WHOLE TRUTH but it is an aspect of The Truth and I do continue to live simply in the rhythm of my soul.
They have started to go walk about ... just a little bit ... and are beginning to look like pigeonsNearly all their yellow baby feathers have gone. Mrs and Mrs Pidge pop by to feed them and then they squeak and chirp with delight, othersise , silent.