Wobbly warbler

When a gorgeous little bird flew full out into our window and stumbled stunned to the deck, I scrambled out to see if the wee warbler survived the collision.

We had a moment of quietude, she and I (or maybe it was a he), where we just looked each other over, eyed one another’s eye, breathed the same air.

Then, without a goodbye, she up and fluttered away over the hill and into the mist.

The momentary meeting with the beautiful and inquisitive creature left a lesson in resiliency and an impression on my window.


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