Hi Steemians..
The windows of my bedroom open out to a wide firebush trees in my front yard. The small fluffy birds come to trees in the morning makes some lovely pleasant sounds, sometimes I saw yellow one and a blue one mostly though, they are shade of white and brown.
Some people spend hours and days watching birds. I however, am content to watch the birds from my trees and if a bird files through my view so be it. I imagine it sharpens their senses. Their eyes learn to pick out fleshes of movement in the overwhelming green of the canopy. Their ears learn the distinct song of each birds.
Birds are carefree. My instinct tells me birds feel like hope and joy. Starring on them keep my heart no harm. They eat not thinking about tomorrow. When they fly so high it gives me hope to achieve my dreams.
Just now a blue fluffy one flew to the whole length of my sight.
What do birds mean to you?