This was the first time I've ever seen these pine grossbeaks in my yard. These birds look a bit tropical to me instead of something you'd see at 10,000 feet in this dry Colorado mountain climate.
You can still see the frost on the leaves. (20 degrees this morning!) I took this photo out my kitchen window as I was reheating my coffee. I'd just finished the entry below about trophy hunters. What a nice way to wash away those thoughts. I had four birds land in this willow. Two red males and two mustard colored females. I just watched as they ate at the leaves and looked for bugs. I didn't immediately grab my camera. The branches bowed and swayed from their weight.
Finally, I snapped a few pictures. A photo like this doesn't begin to capture the essence of seeing these wild birds fly into my yard to feast on the natural folage. I don't expect it will even make anyone pause to really look at it. In a world so fast paced, with the ability for grand special effects, the joy of these very simple little things are seldom appreciated. (I've been there.)
It's hard to even express how something so small is so delightful. People see birds everyday. Why or how could that be special? But it was. It is. It's okay that others might not get it. Experiencing it is enough. Just thought I'd try and share -- maybe plant a seed. Maybe remind you to go a little slower sometimes. Maybe then you'll begin to notice the smaller, simpler, joyful things in your own life and it'll add some good stuff the way it does to mine.