Finding my birds

The simplest and most common birds, the ones I began to see when I was playing in the garden as a child, are the same ones I enjoyed again today. They continued to flutter among the flowers eating the tiny fruits of the trees; I was absent, not them.

Today I enjoyed them as if I had never seen them because I could see them after several years of absence. The tanagers, flycatchers, and finches flew around me without fear of my presence. After the long winter months in the United States, where I only encountered waterfowl, I had almost forgotten the pleasure of seeing these little birds so easily amongst the lush green nature of the tropics.