Brother bird has flown away for good.  He cocked his curious little head this way and that and then he sailed away into the great wide open. I thought perhaps he would come back again, but not this time.

This bird happened into my life during a really hard summer and for a season he fluttered around my shoulders,  like hope, when I most needed it.

He served us well.

(next up is the story of another feathered messenger)