Birds, Tiny Birds

There were birds outside today. In the yard. Tiny little things. They were doing us a favor. They were on, gripping on, the dandelions. The ones that had gone to seed. Yes, there they were. Gripping on the stalk of a dandelion. Picking at the seeds the little thing at some lightweight things. Ready to be blown away. You have seen them. The dandelion seeds drifting to a new home. But today little birds, little birds with yellow breasts were perched on the stalk of the dandelions and picking off the seeds. Tiny, little birds with their yellow breasts and snacking on the seedés of dandelions. We watched them. Such little tiny things perched on a dandelion stem. We enjoyed watching them. Who would not? Such little light things perched on the stems.

Any excuse will do. I did not mow the lawn. How could I? All the dandelions would be obliterated. What could the tiny, little yellow-breasted birds eat then? No, I can wait a day or two. A day or two more of watching the birds perching on the stems of dandelions. Yes, I will leave them for the birds.

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As soon as I type the above, add the bits for separating the sections, we look outside and see hummingbirds. The first ones spotted this year. Nice small birds day here.

And for the record, I will not be committing to an entry of the day here. I am not like Catherine or Kent. They have something to say every day. Every Day. Wow. But, I do realize that there has to be something to write about and writing to do about it. Connecting my experiences to this, or any of my, typewriter and express it. Perhaps that is the answer to John Prine’s question, “How the hell can a person/ Go to work in the morning/ Come home in the evening/ And have nothing to say?” I used to ask that question and I asked it often. Now I get bits and pieces of the answer more often than I would like.

Day two of vaccination number two. Outside of being a mite tired and having a sore arm I feel pretty good. This is good.

— MichaelRpdx

PS, maybe, perhaps, I do not need to have something to write about when I sit down with the typewriter. I just need to sit down and type a word or two and let it go from there.

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