The chick in the nest outside my window turns out to be a robin. At first he was just the tip of a beak that you could hardly see, but he’s actually quite big. Judging from the fight I witnessed this morning, he could have been a small black bird. I recognize twine from my garden in that nest. I know it’s mine because I watched (and sort of helped) a bird carry it away. I can’t stop looking out the window.
Category: Writing
7 secrets of Starting your own Business
This morning I had an errand to run. When I saw that my normal route was blocked by utility trucks, I tried another route only to find that it too was blocked. But I persevered and eventually made it to my destination. Does this qualify me to write a book about the 7 secrets of starting your own business just 30 days? I think it does and I think I will.