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brings a quick smile to the face!
I hung around taking photos and waiting for the rest of the crowd to amble away... finally Tom asked me if I'd like to hold a Magnolia that he'd just finished processing.
Gasp!
I felt strangely hesitant and scared... I'd held birds before, hawks, even tiny hummingbirds, but only injured or window-strike dazed birds. These wide-awake and eager-to-go warblers frightened me with their flutterings and protests.
Silly me... it's just a little bird!
I'm sure my face was as giddy as this lady's was... to feel those feathers in my hand, that tiny beating heart beneath my fingers and its trembling...
A sweet unexpected gift.
: )
2 comments:
There is something so incredibly fragile about birds. They are indeed wondrous.
Where's the photo of you holding the Magnolia??
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