This morning was so gorgeous that I sat in my robe at the lakeside bar for more than two hours, drinking coffee and breathing in the new awakening from daybreak until the sun had risen and climbed overhead.
Five feet to my right a dozen or more chickadees flew in and out from their own lakeside bar, feeding on sunflower seeds. The only sound in the quiet morning besides their whirring wings and tiny chirps beside me was an occasional goose honking across the water and the soft dog snores of Rosie and Boomer dreaming at my feet.
It was a most peaceful and pleasant way to start a day. So nice that even a chickadee posed with me for a quick picture before resuming his breakfast at the bar.
Five feet to my right a dozen or more chickadees flew in and out from their own lakeside bar, feeding on sunflower seeds. The only sound in the quiet morning besides their whirring wings and tiny chirps beside me was an occasional goose honking across the water and the soft dog snores of Rosie and Boomer dreaming at my feet.
It was a most peaceful and pleasant way to start a day. So nice that even a chickadee posed with me for a quick picture before resuming his breakfast at the bar.
