birdwatching

So, this morning, gazing rather blearily out my kitchen window at the tree which chose to grace my yard by falling on it, I noticed that the tree was rustling with busy birds. There were 10 or 15 of them, all different kinds: large pale grey ones, with white spots; tan with white-tipped feathers, small brown/black/red ones. They were inhabiting the tree--reclaiming it, perhaps--with vigor, like they had just found a new and particularly auspicious spot for a bird settlement. I will be sorry to see the tree go: who knows what other gifts it might bring?