“I don’t recall seeing Cardinals out here, but when I see a Robin in the yard (not that frequently) I always think of my Mom. When a butterfly goes by, I think she’s saying hi.”
Oooooh.. You’re speaking my language. Every year I try to plant flowers for butterflies and try to make sure I keep the hummingbird feeders full and clean. Something about those little tiny fragile but powerful beings just gets to me.
Yesterday along about dark, I went out to check on the weather.
I saw a couple of birds hopping around looking for a bug or a worm or a seed or whatever.
I texted my wife that I felt sorry for the little birds.
She replied and asked how many beers I had drank.
Women just don’t understand men (and vice versa).