I found the little white Christmas birdie at the fabric shop. It sat there among the holiday supplies, all by itself, waiting for me.
The brown birdie is my pet. She makes me smile every time I look at her, and that is always a good thing. My sister sent her to me about a month ago, in a huge cardboard box filled with that crinkly paper stuff. I rummaged around it, and there was this birdie, and it was love at first sight.
The twigs I came across last year while walking in the park. I looked down and I saw a fish. The twigs had formed an unmistakable fish shape (I felt like an early Christian). I stopped off at the grocery store after my walk, and a little boy who was there with his mom asked me about it. A child who "saw", and asked a total stranger about it. I'll never forget him.
For all the aggravation and bad manners out there, I have these moments of pure joy. Like that child and his questions, and the dog on the subway yesterday: a part golden retriever, part poodle. He looked me straight in the eyes, and I said "Come home with me", which his handler thought was hilarious. The man's daughter appreciated my sentiment, and said "but I would miss him too much." The dog licked my hand and we chatted (the dog and I), then my stop came and as I headed for the door, I heard peals of laughter, turned around and saw that the dog was trying to follow me out. Bless his human family for appreciating the whole thing!