Robert Lynd

Female northern cardinal, probably wondering why I’m outside, in the cold, taking her picture.

When I was a small child, I wanted to fly like a bird. Taking branches of leaves, I would run as fast as I could and flap my arms like crazy. For a while, I actually believed I was flying. Thus was the faith of a child.

Tufted titmouse, waiting his turn at the suet feeder.

Now, sadly, I don’t run and pretend to fly anymore. I just watch my feathered companions from behind a camera lens.

Taking turns at the suet.

As J.M.Barrie once wrote, “The reason birds can fly and we can’t is simply because they have perfect faith, for to have faith is to have wings.”
― J.M. Barrie, The Little White Bird

“Table for one!”

It’s time to dust off my wings, shake out my faith, and give it another go.

Chipping sparrow, avoiding the crowded suet feeder for some ground foraging.

Blessed be 🙂