Sunday, June 3, 2012

Fly Away Peter, Fly Away Paul

I was pulling out of the parking lot in my car when I was stopped by the sight of an impromptu bird bath.


We have been having a few sudden downpours lately, the promise of summer to come, the rainy season it seems is upon us.


Cars rushed by and the birds lifted off en masse, only to return a few seconds later after the roaring machinery passed them by.


I felt privileged in some manner to be able to pause and watch the determined little birds come back again and again to enjoy the water.


The cars ignored them, didn't know they were there, but I did.


Of course I have no idea what kind of birds they actually are. My brain has no room to collect the names of genera of fora and fauna and all that stuff. They were pretty little things all the same.



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