bon bon bon on the audubon.

i and the copp adore the good souls of audubon well met on the island. copp adores particularly the divine grace who comes with fakin bakin bits. this morning in the misty grey we materialized for treats and met again round the meadow side by the stone bridge where copp showed his delight in his new found green squeaky ball to each member of the bird tribe only to set it down at last to receive a final benediction bako from the divine one. i could not have felt more pleasure from another's delight. i think the birders echo.