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 ... ee cummings
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.
Life sometimes gets so bogged down in the details, you forget you are living it. There is always another appointment to be met, another bill to pay, another symptom presenting, another uneventful day to be notched onto the wooden wall. We have synchronized our watches, studied our calendars, existed in minutes, and completely forgotten to step back and see what we've accomplished.
There is nothing better than a friend, unless it is a friend with chocolate.
I'd like to think that this little bird (I think it was a White-breasted Nuthatch) flying up behind the Red-bellied Woodpecker was a friend coming to visit. Maybe not bringing Chocolate but a nice plump nut!