Birds

It’s the Stellar’s Jay who acts as warden of the neighborhood with its alerting call.

It’s the Dark-eyed Junco who fits perfectly in the wooden spoon of the homemade bird feeder.

It’s the American Robin who considers every worm its rightful property.

It’s the California Quail who is unaware of its flamboyance as it runs away on two feet.

It’s the Black-capped Chickadee who is too shy for trail pleasantries.

It’s the Mourning Dove whose sound as it lifts into flight is as lovely as its song.

It’s the Pileated Woodpecker who maintains laser focus on its work while you pass.

It’s the Pacific Wren who seems to live for singing.

It’s the Black-headed Grosbeak who can’t help but show off its vibrancy before disappearing.

It’s the Pine Siskin who works up the courage to come to the bird bath.

It’s the Barred Owl who hisses at you to guard its young.

It’s the Red-winged Blackbird who knows it just takes a flourish to make a statement.

It’s the Eagle who stands sentry in a barren deciduous tree.

It’s the American Crow who knows way more than it gets credit for.

It’s the Mallard Ducks who show up everywhere.

How marvelous it is to live among the birds.