Sometimes I just sit and watch the birds.
Different colours.
Different personalities.
Different little habits.
Some are noisy.
Some are bossy.
Some want attention.
Some would rather be left alone.
And somehow, all of them together turn the aviary into its own little world. 
There is always something happening.
Someone eating.
Someone arguing.
Someone showing off.
Someone quietly sitting on a branch watching everybody else.
And no matter how ordinary the day is, I only have to look at them for a few minutes and I find myself smiling.
That’s really all there is to this story.
They make me smile.
Stories Along the Way 