It hadn’t been a great morning so far. Oh, it started out really good – Jon and I had scrambled eggs and coffee together and talked about how we planned our day to go. He kissed me goodbye and I headed outside for a little bird time.
My attitude took a dive the second I sat in the very cold, slightly deep puddle in the center of my lawn chair cushion. In the blink of an eye, I was soaked from my waist to my knees and was immediately grumpy.
And then this little white-throated sparrow came by and distracted me from my discomfort.
We watched each other for a few minutes and he didn’t seem to mind the photo session at all.
Then he opened up his beak and sang!
After a few soft notes, he puffed up his chest and sang louder as if he had something to celebrate.
From that point on, he sang with gusto into the damp and gray day.
At a time when there are usually dozens of birds at the feeders, only this one came and for awhile it was just him and me and God. When the other birds joined us, he kept singing and looking at me from time to time. Then, in the distance, came an answering song and he looked in that direction before flying off.
A shiver that started in my feet and ended in my shoulders distracted me and I realized I was soggy almost to my ankles. When I stood up and started to walk, the soaked ground squished beneath my feet and my jeans were water-logged heavy- to dry them I’d need to spin in the washing machine them first.
How in the world had I missed that puddle?
But if I had seen it and moved on, I would have missed these beautiful minutes. By the time I got inside my teeth were chattering and I had goosebumps galore, but this little sparrow and his song were worth all of that.
Oh – I wish you could have heard him too!
And you sort of can by clicking on this link: https://www.allaboutbirds.org/guide/White-throated_Sparrow/sounds
Until Next Time,