The magic always begins slowly.. I stop and listen to the chorus of birds just before dusk, their last call to each other before the sun goes down. The perfume of wild mint and dill float in the air and it feels almost mystical. I walk here almost daily finding more than I came looking for, every time…


an evening song1-1

Sweet notes!

singing it at dusk1-1

Sing it!

white tail1-1

Loved his white tail! 

wanted to come home with me1-1

This cat was personable! I don’t think it was feral, he followed me around on the trail and it seemed like he wanted to come home with me. Purrrfect! 

copyright Estee Millar

“I caught a glimpse of happiness, and saw it was a bird on a branch, fixing to take wing”….Richard Peck

About redcontroversy

I'm a stargazing,skywatching,storm loving, sungazing addict. Environmentalist, political blogger, professional photographer, writer, artist...my favourite quote is: "If the sight of the blue skies fills you with joy, if a blade of grass springing up in the fields has power to move you, if the simple things of nature have a message that you understand, rejoice, for your soul is alive". ~ Eleonora Duse ~ ...my soul is definitely alive.
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  1. Terrie W says:

    Love the happiness!
    But bringing a cat home? LOL
    Just what you need!

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