The other day on my way to the beach two sparrows surprised me as they flew out of some birdhouses attached to a little garage. If birds can smile, that’s just what these two were doing, and no question, their smile was directed at me. “Beautiful day. Have a good one. It’s up to you, you know.” Off they went and I continued on.
“What were they doing in those houses?’ My thinking is so limited and narrow. I think of birdhouses in terms of nesting, but there they were in the dark of December. Those birds need a cozy cottage by the sea, just as I do. Come to think of it, don’t people come to the ocean only in the summer for swimming and sailing? But here I am in the dark of December, cozy in my little nest, just like the birds.
“What were they doing in those houses?’ My thinking is so limited and narrow. I think of birdhouses in terms of nesting, but there they were in the dark of December. Those birds need a cozy cottage by the sea, just as I do. Come to think of it, don’t people come to the ocean only in the summer for swimming and sailing? But here I am in the dark of December, cozy in my little nest, just like the birds.