Things that made me happy meme - Day Six
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pjthompsonI was convinced when I got up that I was going to have a struggle finding something to make me happy. It was a physically challenging day, shall we say. But as I lumbered, grumbling, into the kitchen this morning I looked out the big picture window over the sink, and there it was...
Things that made me happy: birds
Lined up along the roof of the garage was a whole line of black crows. They come every morning to pick over what the stray cats we feed leave behind from breakfast, and whatever the 'possums and raccoons left the night before. I love the crows, though I know not everyone does. They're noisy, true, but they're also keenly intelligent and fun to watch. When they meet your eye, there's a presence there, a mind looking back at you through dark eyes.
Along with the half dozen crows were two or three black and grey pigeons. I also don't mind pigeons, though I know some people consider them flying rats. Pigeons aren't dummies, either, and they're just doing what they have to do to survive.
So there they were, a line of about eight or nine black birds, looking down over the eaves to see if the cats had finished. Out of nowhere came an enormous snow-white rock dove to land amidst all the blackness. The sun was just right, the light hitting those white feathers and giving them a slight glow, and not a speck of white or grey on him anywhere. It was a beautiful sight, the black punctured by white and light, and I wondered if I should run for my camera—but no. It was transitory, and beautiful, and no camera on earth could have truly captured it. Besides, I didn't want to miss a second of the black and the white. And, in a handful of seconds, the dove and all the crows descended from the eaves to see what they could find to stay alive and disappeared scrabbling across the ground.
So the image exists only in my mind, and in the words I try to put down to describe it.
Things that made me happy: birds
Lined up along the roof of the garage was a whole line of black crows. They come every morning to pick over what the stray cats we feed leave behind from breakfast, and whatever the 'possums and raccoons left the night before. I love the crows, though I know not everyone does. They're noisy, true, but they're also keenly intelligent and fun to watch. When they meet your eye, there's a presence there, a mind looking back at you through dark eyes.
Along with the half dozen crows were two or three black and grey pigeons. I also don't mind pigeons, though I know some people consider them flying rats. Pigeons aren't dummies, either, and they're just doing what they have to do to survive.
So there they were, a line of about eight or nine black birds, looking down over the eaves to see if the cats had finished. Out of nowhere came an enormous snow-white rock dove to land amidst all the blackness. The sun was just right, the light hitting those white feathers and giving them a slight glow, and not a speck of white or grey on him anywhere. It was a beautiful sight, the black punctured by white and light, and I wondered if I should run for my camera—but no. It was transitory, and beautiful, and no camera on earth could have truly captured it. Besides, I didn't want to miss a second of the black and the white. And, in a handful of seconds, the dove and all the crows descended from the eaves to see what they could find to stay alive and disappeared scrabbling across the ground.
So the image exists only in my mind, and in the words I try to put down to describe it.
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