A Feast

Hello, Dear Ones,

Yesterday, I watched a feast - right outside my window. In November, the little finches come to feast at the willow trees in my front yard. I wait for their return and I enjoy them each year. They don't know I'm here, enjoying them as they jump from branch to branch, safe from me.

They must be here for my enjoyment, yes, that's it! The little finches are here for me to enjoy.

I give thanks for them on Thanksgiving Day, as surely, their little, little hearts beating, they must be giving thanks with each beat of their hearts, with each seed they take into their tiny mouths.

Later, the jay slams into the tree, but the little finches are gone, well-fed.

Warmly,
meb