A crystal clear blue sky, bright Sunday. Our church service was cancelled due to snow. I had a few free hours. As I sat by the window with my cup of coffee, I found myself being drawn in to the sights in front of me. Funny thing is, I was the one who would roll my eyes when my mother would talk freely about "her birds". When she left for a few months and insisted that I make sure her bird feeders were kept full, I smiled and promised, knowing in my heart that it was not a first priority item on my busy list. And, here I was this Sunday morning sitting inside my kitchen window with my camera. I am going to share these pictures with you, knowing full well you too may be rolling your eyes that I would be sharing bird pictures on a blog post. If that happens...just click onto another blog...I will understand...
...but if not, you may find yourself being totally amazed at the beauty that I captured. Beauty that I never could have created, but thankfully I know the One who did.
Their colors and lines were perfectly designed and their colors were a vibrant blue.
Icicles were everywhere sparkling in the morning sun. I do not remember seeing this many icicles since I was a child.
I remember so clearly the joy we found as children, breaking off icicles and eating them. Isn't it interesting how little things can evoke fun memories?
The sky was so blue and the white snow caused a beautiful contrast to the pine trees by the house.
I believe this is the female Bluejay. Am I right?
The little birds flocked to this feeder. The first Robin of the season, was one of the visitors this morning, although I did not get his picture. What is the name of this bird, dear bird loving friends?
Yes, we all know that as we age we start to become our mothers, no matter how we think that will not happen to us. Her bird watching and enjoying took over my Sunday morning just as she said would someday happen. This is the window I sat beside as I snapped pictures of the little creatures that she calls "her friends"...
...and slowly they started to become "my friends". I love you, Mom!