I spent my thirty minute tea time on Pinterest this morning. Which means I feel like I should travel more, workout more, buy a Frenchie now and get married again, but this time at a vineyard with a long flowing gown.
For the most part, Pinterest is a catalyst for inadequacy, a waste of time, but I do have a Creatures page where all my animals go and I found this little guy right after I pinned a picture of shoes I will never wear. He’s a Rufous-backed Kingfisher. So cute, no cute is not the right word. He’s little and elaborate. He’s a flying piece of art.
He, and others like him, live in India, Indonesia, the Philippines and Thailand. He’s solitary, which I guess means he doesn’t fly in a group, and he hunts from a perch over water. He dives for insects and frogs.
There are so many things I don’t know. I used to think if I was interested in birds, or anything for that matter, that I needed to go to school, study, become an expert. Now, I’m just happy when I stumble upon something interesting and different. The urge to know all I can about something is a trap. It overwhelms and keeps me from learning anything.
Sometimes it’s enough to skim the surface and pick up pieces along the way, like the Rufous-backed Kingfisher.
My thoughts from the laundry room. Up with the Birds.