Tuesday, January 19, 2010
The Happiness Bird
We had been greeted by the second snow of the season. It was soft and white and fell from the branches like big globs of cotton that had been pulled from some abandoned comforter in the sky. The snow was damp and clung to the tree bark, the dried leaves and then fell lumpy on the lawn as soon as the sun warmed the air. I dressed in my new Michelin-man coat that I had purchased half price at the outdoor store just the week before. It was a comfy warm just like the down of a bird because that was what was inside!
We decided that a walk was in order as the temperature had actually climbed to the tempting level of 37 F and the wind had died down.
Since we had not taken the walk to the cliffs and beach in months it was decided that would be perfect. We were a just over a mile down this trail and as we rounded the corner path that followed the swamp we saw about twelve of these curious (they were not curious to us but we were curious to them) blue birds flying just over head. They were nice enough to rest between dives and study us to allow a photo shoot.
There is something very inspiring and hopeful about seeing bluebirds in the middle of winter. If such lovely delicate creatures can deal with this mess, so can I.