Birdbrains are life…

I sat this morning and sipped my coffee as I listened to a nest of baby birdbrains chirp for food. Mom and dad were busy gathering bugs and feeding the little ones. I am not sure what type of birds they are, but they look like a wren…

Then I realized that these little creatures, that I call birdbrains, are so perfect in my world. They have adapted to me and watch me as I work and putter around the yard. I talk about all the little birds….they know I like them and they sit near me watching as I rake the yard and cut wood and burn trash…

The yard is a symphony of sounds everyday. A chitter here, a chatter there and a beautiful song among it all. These little birdbrains are very special to me. They are life at its best…

I am amazed at how adaptive birds are to what you do. They watch you and when you stir the ground, be it to plant a garden and or even cut the grass, they swoop in and gather the bugs that you send running away from your destruction of that habitat that they lived happily in…

“In order to see birds it is necessary to become a part of the silence.” ― Robert Lynd

In my eyes that little birdbrain who sings to me as the sun comes up and chitters at me as I saw wood and swoops down on my porch and looks at me as if I need to get in the yard and stir some bugs up….is perfect. Perfection has to be the fact that you can live only off the land, sing about it everyday, fly to the clouds, raise little birdbrains on a tree branch and still find time to tell a big bear to get busy…

My life would be complete, if my Sweetpea was here in the Tiny Russian Village and all I had was birdbrains to sing their symphony of sounds everyday…

Life really is that simple…

WtR

kKEETON @ Windows to Russia…

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