THE HAPPY BIRD

There is a bird Here In My World and he has to be the happiest bird ever.

Every morning (!) at 4 a.m. he sits on one of the highest peaks of the roof across my driveway and sings his heart out.  Notice it's really not even dawn yet!  But he'll sit up there and sing his little voice out for about 1/2 an hour.

Then he probably needs a short nap.

He'll be back again about dawn -- 5:30 or so -- and start again.

Now sometimes I don't notice when he comes back during the day as I'm up and doing myself.  But he is ever faithful proclaiming his happiness to the world.

(Haven't actually identified this bird yet, but will at some point.  Maybe a robin.)

But it occurs to us that we could take something from this bird.  Every morning, before morning, he's happy. So happy he can't wait to tell the world.  An optimist?  Surly.  Now knowing something of the life of birds, his little life has got to have tough times.  Where are those worms, anyhow?  There has to be somebirdy around for me to talk to?  My throat hurts.  Maybe I don't want to get up and sign this morning,

But there he is.

Hmmmm

Queen thoughts while observing her world.