A Bird Dog

If you turn the imagination loose like a hunting dog, it will often return with a bird in its mouth.

—William Maxwell

Lil’ Toot here. A short time ago, there was an Overnight Snowstorm. Mom bundled Me up and Out We went. I was amazed to see My White Wonderland once again. It wasn’t there the Night before. Then there It was, Smooth and Ready for My Paw Prints. Living unstuck.

As We rambled along, a Bird lit about two feet from Me. I was astonished. I usually see Them flying about. Or the Red Headed Kind tapping on Trees. But hopping about next to Me? Never. As I moved to get a Closer Look, the Winged One flew into a Bush. Drat. I wanted to be Friends. Living unstuck.

I wonder: When You make a new friend, are They open to You? Or do They shy away? I say: Be gently persistent. Some Birds (and Puppies) need time to warm Up. But with the Universal Sign or “let’s play!” They’re ready to romp. Or fly. Living unstuck. #unstuck-living#bird-dog