|Thanksgiving Evening Scene|
"How do you mean that?" I query.
"They're all up in the trees, making noise and flying around."
"That's another thing to feel thankful for!" I can imagine us exclaiming; such is our exultant mood.
Two days later, the Arctic Cold Front has arrived, and I spy a fat robin under the juniper near The Little Family's front door. Another is perched on a cotoneaster at the top of the steps leading up a few feet from the sidewalk to our courtyard. That bird's just plucked and swallowed one of the plant's tiny red berries.
I share this observation with my astute spouse who opines that those rowdy birds she saw a few days ago were drunk on some fermented berries. Googled research suggests this habit belongs perhaps exclusively to young birds...or maybe they just can't handle the intoxicant like their parents. Another thing to feel thankful for.
Plus, it's another beautiful day!
|Nippy today, down on the pier|
The plight of those less fortunate is something to strive to amend even as we feel thankful for our own good fortune.