I was nearly hypnotized by the beauty at the feeder this morning a ballet of sorts, a concert, a performance in dance and movement and song. Beauty is really everywhere if you look for you, and quiet yourself and open your heart to it. I stood outside the feeder for long minutes, watching the up and down, back and forth the beauty of it. Another chapter in the Peaceful Hour.
11
February
Birds At The Feeder: Winter Song
by Jon Katz