Today I saw a
Robin.
It was sitting on a
thin branch of a tree.
The white snow combines so well with its warm colors.
It was a quarter past
three and the warm light of the low sun was shining on its red breast.
The red
seemed to glow in this light.
It sat there just for
a few seconds, long enough for me to observe its proud heartshaped red chest, its fragile
legs to keep its plump body upright and its refined small beak that sings a
fine song.
I could have watched it for hours.
The Robin must be my alltime favorite bird.
Itsn't it pretty!
