They first came during Covid, the only bright spot of lockdown, one brown head, one red, building their nest in a faded holiday wreath. Every morning I said hello and made small talk, maybe to remind myself I still knew how, and the house finches cocked their heads and listened.
Rebecca J. Cuthbert wrote this story.
Lovely. 💚
Lovely! 💚
Wonderful! Thank you!
Great the Covid-19 isolation is ending…
I loved this! Beautiful piece.
I love your stories!!
this is flippin gorgeous and for some reason makes me want to cry
An absolutely sweet and lovely story! You told it beautifully.
This made me smile. Love it when finches choose our wreath for their babies, even if we have to enter and exit through the garage.
We have these lovely house finches at our bird feeder. I love how you put it all in writing.
Once again — less is more. I read it three times.
Nice!
Lovely. We all feel the same I guess. Coping with talking to the birds is the first step.
I enjoyed this story well done made me smile