February 15th, 2014

fish jumping

My first robin of this year

I'm sitting on the couch re-reading The Untethered Soul when I look up into the bare branches of a tree, and there sits a bird, just sitting, resting.  It's like I'm seeing a reflection of myself though she doesn't have a book, or Kindle actually, but then, I, too, have paused on my perch to sit and absorb. I think she might be a robin but I'm not sure.  The shape is right.  Smaller birds come and flutter around her stillness.  Then, a robin comes, clearly a male, with his bright red-orange breast and hops around in the tree.  She still sits, plumply content, until eventually she flies away.  Spring.  And soon a nest.