Early morning sparrow

This is what my world looked like out my bedroom window early Sunday morning. I woke to the rain gently falling. It’s such a nice sound to wake up to sometimes.

It was warm enough to have had the windows open through the night and I walked over and looked out. There were birds all over the dogwood tree and at the feeder. I had an idea and raised the screen all the way up which, of course, made the birds all fly away. But I knew they’d be back.

Then I went downstairs to get coffee. I love coffee. Love how it smells, how it tastes with a bit of half & half, love the warmth of the mug in my hands . . . love.

And by the time I headed back upstairs, over 10 minutes had gone by and I was prepared with my camera and a couple of lenses.

The birds had begun to come back to the tree.

However, the only clear shot I could get was this little white-throated sparrow who was waiting his turn at the feeder.

Oh, why hello there.

I love Sunday mornings.

 

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Let the rain kiss you.  Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops.  Let the rain sing you a lullaby.  ~Langston Hughes

 

The best thing one can do when it's raining is to let it rain.  ~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

 

Weather is a great metaphor for life - sometimes it's good, sometimes it's bad, and there's nothing much you can do about it but carry an umbrella.  ~Terri Guillemets

 

Weather forecast for tonight:  dark.  ~George Carlin

 

Until tomorrow, my friends . . .