Three Little Birds
Julia said, “I think something’s wrapped around its leg,” and opened her fingers for me to see. In her hand a phoebe with a piece of string wrapped around its foot.
I clipped of the thread with the scissors on my multi-tool. It flew away. Can’t say it was happy. We were, though.
I took a break from writing my book. It was raining. I was restless. Took a peek out of the curtains and there it was, one of the birds on Roger Tory Peterson’s “A Field Guide to the Birds East of the Rockies”. The first rose crested grosbeak I’d ever seen.
A rare visitor to these parts, Peterson describes the bird as resembling the robin, “but mellower, given with more feeling (as if a Robin has taken voice lesson.)” Our rose crested grosbeak just sat there in the rain pecking at the cheap bird feed.
This one appeared on a white sheet of paper in Julia’s studio. She was writing a friend a letter and included this painting of the common blue jay.
Common but magnificent. Take another look.
Have a great weekend. Keep an eye out for the birds.
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