We have been preoccupied with a situation for some months now, the kind that can wear a person down. No details here. But yesterday afternoon my heart was heavy about the whole thing.
I had read on Monday of a rose-breasted grosbeak at a friend's feeder in a town 35 miles away. (They migrate through, but do not nest, in this area.) Then a local friend posted on Facebook that she had seen one at her sunflower seed feeder on Lake Hartwell yesterday morning. Another friend, who lives just a few miles from here, had commented - just five minutes before I read it - that he had just seen one also, on the ground below his suet feeder!! Apparently there is an active migration pattern right now.
|Rose-Breasted Grosbeak - Not my picture; |
pulled from the thousands on the internet.
While working at the table half an hour later, I just happened to glance up, and there it was, on the sunflower seed feeder. Unbelievable. I called to Mike - he came and was equally taken with it. It ate sunflower seeds for about five minutes then flew off. (Another one was at the feeder this morning, when I checked, right before leaving for school.)
Mike's words: "God just wanted you to see that bird." It's been on my "to-see" list for over 20 years now. Non-birding people probably think this is crazy, but I am still floating about it. It was a wonderful little gift, much appreciated.