“Hello, little golden one.”
Yesterday morning before going to town, we had a visitor I had never seen before. In all the 30+ years we’ve lived in the mountains, this is the first time this little guy had come to call.
He is a beautiful type of Oriole, bright orange and black and full of curiosity. He hopped from the planter to the deck floor and came closer to peck at his reflection on the sliding-glass door. He chirped repeatedly, as if asking to be let in. Continue reading