Tuesday Morning~~
I am ready to go to work, all jazzed up in pink and pearls and black leather pumps. It happened again with the redbird. I was watering in the backyard, idly watching the spray of water, thinking about my earlier post, when i heard that distinctive bird voice"pretty, pretty, pretty" I called out to the green of the trees "I hear you, you are so beautiful" And there he was. He flew out of the trees, landing on a telephone wire not three feet from me. He looked at me, sang again, and looked some more.I was spellbound. He flew off, and i was left with an eerie feeling. What is he trying to tell me?