This morning i watched a mama woodpecker feed her baby here on my deck. She filled her beak with bits of sunflower seeds. As soon as she turned toward the baby, the baby began to squeak and cheep and beg. Mama emptied the seeds from her beak into Baby's beak. Then for a second, they were connected by a long strand of saliva.
I have never seen bird spit, and i may never see it again. I felt amazed to have seen it at all.
This is one more advantage of mindfulness. I pay attention, and then, one morning, which seems like any other morning, i see something unusual, something that makes me feel glad.
Bird spit.
Imagine that!
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