I was going to post a picture of the fire again from the other night because there is a fire right now burning. But instead, a painting of Two Western Grebes.

It was always something I knew without awareness personal: that the study of birds , bird observation, was god sent to humans. It seemed like I never had the ear brain to recognize song and name of bird. 

Still, sometimes, when something is REALLY worth your while, you got to work at it for a few lives before you get to do this particular exact thing. I see it as the reward for when i will have mastered a bit better the virtue for patience. Then, and only then, will i ALWAYS know which bird is actually singing what song.