I could try to avoid smiling when I’m thinking about this topic, but I’m not sure it’s possible.
And is there any good reason to, anyway?
I can be a silly goose in so many ways; I can duck the inevitable for great lengths of time, and I’m certainly bird-brained enough to think myself above the flighty affectations and affections of lesser beings. But one good thing I learned pretty much when I was still quite a little hatchling is that letting my spirits take wing with every avian in sight is a fine and healthy practice. When I let my thoughts go to the birds, my well-being begins to soar. Who am I to argue with the brilliance of our feathered friends?
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Great thinking and writing! š¦š„
Thank you! š
I’m with the birds too… š
So glad! š
I like your thinking :-))
Many thanks! š
I’d publicize this post but for two things: I’m not sure how to bill it, and others might think me a quack.
Dang, I wasn’t quick enough to duck that one!
Amen to this!
WHEE-oo! (Bird whistle of appreciation!)
Sweet!
Thanks, Tig, glad you had a chance to take a peep at it. š Bet you’re seeing some fabulous birds where you two are right now. Enjoy! š
I think I’ll read this one to Lucy as tonight’s bed time story. Good thing, too. I’m really tired of watching “The Birds” until she falls asleep each night.
Clearly Max hasn’t made her go entirely to the dogs yet! I recommend a few episodes of Tweety Bird’s adventures as a cheerier (and the bird always wins) kind of lullaby for Lucy. š
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Brilliant thoughts and clever writing, K! I’m with the birds, too! š
And here, there’s no need for us to tweet about it. š xoxo