Red Dirt Farm and Studio

We’ve all been there.

In that place where you had feelings for someone and they didn’t reciprocate.

Sigh, it’s just part of life.

 

 

I was working on the computer, and I kept hearing this noise behind me, across the room at the window.  I got up to see that a sweet little Black Capped Chickadee was repeatedly flinging itself at the window.  This went on and on.  Finally, the little bird was able to get a toehold, on the edge of the window.  There it sat chirping ever so sweetly.  I stood and watched as the chickadee gazed upon the little bird art sculpture I have in the upper window.  The chickadee sang one love song after another to that statue.  It made several attempts to get inside the house to reach that little colorful bird in the window.   That colorful little bird stood ever so still on its flower-covered block, not responding at all.

Thanks for stopping in.

xo Kim

PS  You can now find me here and I’d love for you to join me if you’re so inclined.  I just got there and I will say, I have no idea what I’m doing.