This week in the Poconos temperatures dipped below freezing and remained there. It was a sudden change with which some two legged, as well as four legged, creatures struggled to adapt.
The horses were doing well as was Saphyre. But the birds were having a rougher time. This was brought to my attention by a little brown, quite chubby, bird. She was perched on Misty’s back as if it was the most natural thing in the world. She must have sat there for at least fifteen minutes before Rusty got curious and went over to investigate. This disturbed the little bird enough that she flitted over to Rusty’s generous rump and perched there.
Thoroughly entertained and intrigued, the humans headed indoors to warm up with hot chocolate and mostly forgot about the little bird.
Later that day as the horses were being fed I noticed yet another bird, this time perched on Toro’s back. How funny! This made me wonder whether the birds were trying to communicate some important message to me so I paused to ask.
Their answer: “Because our feet are cold.”
Sometimes the answer is truly that simple and sometimes we really need to take ourselves less seriously. It was a good lesson.
