Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
and never stops at all~ Emily Dickenson
This little purple finch filled my morning with song...he huffed and puffed and sang from his heart. ...rolling his head to one side while sharing his sweet sounds of hope with me.
He lingered for a while after he finished singing, eating a few seeds from a pin oak tree.
It was nice to see him...my first of the season!!
Cedar Waxwing takes a bath...
10 years ago