December 10, 2003

Maybe it's just me. But I'm simply a sucker for volcanic mountains. I never get tired of looking at them. And when they're veiled in a blanket of virgin white snow, glowing like a golden torch of the gods in the evening light, they are at their most majestic - kings of all mountains.

Or maybe I'm just prejudiced - because *this* is what I see all day long from my living room window:

Mt. Bachelor

Grandeur aside, there is delight in even the smallest of things. I have four bird feeders I keep stocked regularly, and yearround, they attract close to 45 different species of feathered friends. Out of all of them, the Pigmy Nuthatch is probably one of my most favorite. Only about 4 inches from beak to tail, this delicate and agile flyer stops by not alone, but usually in small flocks. It is fearless, smart, and filled with a vibrant energy.