

Too often I tell myself I can’t, I’m too young, I’m too old, I’m too female, I’m too tomboy, too something to do a thing. But when I can be of two minds, I can see that perfection is really what’s stopping me.
I wonder if a bird sings for perfect pitch and rhythm. Maybe the mockingbird works towards being the best mimic.
Maybe those birds in Central America that dance work on their beats.
But the cream that rises to the top is the rarity. That raven outside ain’t even trying? Nah. He’s just being a raven.
Two minds means I can work to do my best but be happy with small, sparrow size accomplishments. Those starlings have managed with persistence to make another nest in our attic. We have tried everything to discourage them. They never look at a blueprint and care nothing about zoning laws.

And you should see the pair loving, and arguing. It takes two!











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