“HELLOOOOOOO DOWN THERE,” called the pretty little bird
It listened very hard
and heard not a word.
“It’s okay, you can come up,” pretty bird then said
“I promise if you do, I won’t make you dead
I had a bowl of oatmeal so I’m quite well fed.”
What shall we do about the wind
when it blows us over there and back again?
We could call ourselves a kite
but I really think I might
just go with it and call it being “Zen”.
I’M NOT ALWAYS LOOKING OUT THE WINDOW INTO THE WOODS…A LOT OF MY IMAGES ARE FROM OTHER PLACES…FLORIDA FOR INSTANCE.
EGRETS ARE AMONG MY FAVORITE BIRDS TO WATCH AND PHOTOGRAPH, YOU NEVER KNOW WHAT KIND OF CHARACTER YOU’RE GOING TO RUN INTO.
BIRDS AREN’T ALWAYS SITTING IN A TREE SINGING PRETTY SONGS, SOMETIMES THEY’RE BEING ORNERY. THIS LOOKS LIKE A CASE OF “ORNERY” TO ME.
A LITTLE RAIN, A LITTLE BLUEBIRD…A LUCKY DAY.