Backyard Birdcage

Most days I wake up not sure what to do with myself. Write? Read the news? Stay in bed? Once I do manage to get out of bed, I have my coffee at this table in my garden. Some days, I listen to music, other days, I sit and listen to the wind, passing cars, and the birds. As someone fortunate enough to not be a frontline worker, I’m spending most of my time in isolation. With the lack of regular human contact, my attention often turns to the birds. In a way, they have become new friends. I watch as they seek material for their nests and listen to their conversations as they deliberate their next moves. I say hello, but we have yet to develop a common language beyond movement (they fly away when I move too quickly). Sit at my table, if you like, and listen to the birds, perhaps you will decipher their language or… just enjoy the sounds.

from Jessica Ruffin