What is it about the birds?

The ones with the red breasts...and those black ones with the red wings. The ones that are marked with orange...and those that are yellow. The ones that are found in trees...and the others that paddle along so freely in the rivers and ponds..

What is my attraction to these feathered creatures who so often act as my day's muse?

I found myself asking those questions...as I stopped to look and see and capture. I had no good answers. But if I could...if I would...if I should ever be able to converse - I'd thank them. For being just as they are. For offering their gift of song and color. For inspiring possibility and hope.

I'd thank them for rendering my world beautiful.