When I watched my little chickadee do his trapeze act this morning, I was jealous.
He perched on the feeder line, flipped over, and hung up side down. He didn't give a FF about the other, bigger birds flying in and out of the feeding station. The small breeze made the line sway and once again he stayed and swayed with it. When he was ready, he righted himself and flew off...and I wanted to go with him.
Destination wasn't important; I just wanted to soar for awhile. Or at least pull out of the pit for awhile. Neither happened...so here I sit wondering WTH happened but I don't really care.
I wish I did.
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