may my heart always be open
to little birds who are the secrets of living
whatever they sing is better than to know
and if men should not hear them men are old ...
I rarely get to see this view of the Catbird - but was lucky that he flew onto a branch above me so I could get a good look at those Red feathers. I think they may considered "brown" feathers - but they look Red to me. Every summer we have a Catbird family in the front yard - very near our bedroom window.
They sing to us every morning around 5am.
A lovely bird to wake up with!
Wishing you a Wonderful Day!