fat little robin

this morning as i was getting dressed, i looked outside my window and saw a fat little robin sitting on a naked tree branch outside my window. i stood and looked at him for awhile, waiting for him to get startled by something and fly off. he didn’t. i looked at his beak and noticed that, true to so many children’s drawings it was sort of yellow. but his feet (often drawn in the same yellow) were actually brown. i gave up and went on with my day before he flew off. but that one little bird was able to make me stop and be still and breathe and be present in the moment. thanks, birdie.