Except within poetic pale I have not found a nightingale, Nor hearkened in a dusky vale To song and silence blending; No stock-dove have I ever heard, Nor listened to a cuckoo-bird, Nor seen a lark ascending. But I have felt a pulse-beat start Because a robin, spending The utmost of his simple art Some of his pleasure to impart While twilight came descending, Has found an answer in my heart, A sudden comprehending.
by Witter Bynner
Sometimes it is the simple things, not the exotic that touch us. Go out into nature and look for a simple thing. You will be surprised at how amazing it is.
For more on birds and bird photographs, see also:
https://www.heathersimonds.com/blog/life-on-the-ground-floor-backyard-birds-from-a-lowly-perch
https://www.heathersimonds.com/blog/raving-about-ravens
https://www.heathersimonds.com/blog/siberian-boys-pigeons
https://www.heathersimonds.com/blog/creatures-great-and-small-glenbow-ranch-park
