Breakfast with the Birds

     Yesterday was a nothing day, more mess made than cleaned, no direct human contact unless you count the 888 call I missed that didn't leave a message. Days like this are inevitable for all of us, but perhaps more so when separation from old friends occurs before  new friends are made. Not a bad day; not a good day: a nothing day. The worst thing about it was preparing my breakfast this morning and contemplating making an interesting blog post.
      The weather was one likely candidate. Yours has turned lovely and mine is helping Georgia live up to its reputation. That's the end of that discussion.
      But as I sat down on the porch to eat my breakfast and enjoy a cup of coffee before the day heated up too much, my raucous bird friend perched atop the tree outside and began his single note, raspy throated call, over and over again, dragging my attention away from my book. Soon he was joined by several other birds of different types. Having no bird books to reference, their species remain unknown. One's coloring reminded me of a robin, but smaller and with subdued coloring . Another small mottled-brown bird with a long skinny beak sat nearby furtively watching the others. Soon a redheaded, tan bodied bird landed on a top branch. One, then two, then three birds landed next to him and lined up on the branch which bent under their combined weight. Momentarily, similar birds with paler heads landed on a nearby branch facing the first group. Their conversation of chirps and twitters back and forth across the branches drove the other birds out of the tree. The chatter continued for several moments, fascinating me, then they rose virtually as one. Seven or eight birds flew on perhaps with the conference completed or perhaps to delight another human observer down the way.
      Those sweet birds brought joy to my day and reminded me, there really is no such thing as a nothing day, you just have to look for, or be given perspective.