I was listening closely to what the birds were singing this morning outside my window (my guess was 'Why oh why?" because the snow was once again falling).My mom always used to call me her little bird, she said I had bird shoulders.
Once when I was in a bad place she said I was a little bird with broken wings.
When things got better I remember thinking I felt like a hawk, like an eagle rising.
The mint green mushroom with a white hat above is my mom's home for the birds.
