Okay, this is how I see it:
The finches are literary agents.
Feathers unruffled.
Watching. Judging.
The wing-flapping junco is me.
Nearly manic with hopes and dreams.
Flapping. Dancing.
Look at me! Look at me!
But what the junco understands
and what I need to remember (again)
is that sometimes
the hunt
is
suspended animation.
Tracy Abell 
Excellent post, terrific photo.
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Thank you, Kelly. Sometimes I need reminders from the bird world.
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Does this mean that submission angst is for the birds?
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HA! You said it!
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