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Listening to a bird singing his song Looking at a woman all alone. Her heart is broken as are her dreams Her future shattered too. The words of love she once heard Just echo in her mind. The pledges once made now forsaken No longer holds any meaning. Her hopes are dashed, crushed under his feet Her hopes transformed into prayers. The life to be now never will...

Please go to my website and read what Billy Young wrote about his youth, the death of his mother, and the future of the Ann Young Wild Bird Refuge. Please leave a comment there or e-mail him if you are so inspired. Billy's Letter

Both my sisters died in 2001. A couple of weeks after my sister Patty died, I was standing on the back deck talking to my mother on the phone. I don't remember what we were talking about, but I do remember what happened during the call. My sister sent her first postcard from the other side. As I was talking, a dove flew up from beneath the feeder and perched on the deck railing. It landed...

As I was sitting in my office, an associate came in and said there was a bird sitting on a carton in the trailer she had just opened. I came out to look and yes, a dove sat quietly on top of a carton staring right at me. A guy came by thinking he was cool and said “watch me I’ll handle this” and proceeded to nonchalantly try to sit right down next to the bird to see if he could talk the bird...