Life of a bird

When trees are stripped of their leaves in winter you can see birds hunkered down. I once thought if I had a choice that I’d love to be a bird and be able to fly. Then I thought about living in a tree, in winter, in the rain, in the snow. It can’t be an easy life.

5 thoughts on “Life of a bird”

  1. When I’m out shooting wildlife (especially birds patiently waiting to catch a fish) I constantly think, ‘I’m so glad I don’t have to hunt for my own food.’ It would be exhausting and unsatisfying.

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