Jan 13, 2009

Bluebird of Happiness: In My Backyard




Is it a myth, a metaphor, a vision? Watching the Anna’s Hummingbirds fly in my own backyard is, for me, like seeing the Bluebird of Happiness. Never having glimpsed these amazing wee birds until I moved to San Francisco from the East Coast, I am mesmerized by their exuberance, their grace, their speed, their extraordinary gymnastics: hovering, flitting, sipping. Perched on a bare crab-apple branch in our mild January winter, the female in her brown and white suit, three inches long, motionless, unafraid.

Love,
ama

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