I learned the call of the Tufted Titmouse today.
I don’t often work from my porch, much of the year it is too hot, too cold, too rainy, or too buggy. Or, most definitely, I am just too busy.
But COVID-19 has us rethinking things, like how and where we work.
So when the 4yo wanted to play on her bike and the baby was keen to hang out in his GoPod on the porch, I set myself up with my laptop, my phone, my to do list, and my cup of tea.
I entertained a baby, supervised a preschooler, and worked away. As the time passed, the babe tired and was put down for a rest. The 4yo too approached nap time. And before I knew it, I was working away on the porch to the sound of the wind chimes and the feel of the spring breeze.
An occasional bee buzzed by me, but mostly, it was silence. Until that call started. Clear and crisp, I immediately wondered where it was coming from. Then I saw him/her. A lovely little Tufted Titmouse landed in the flowering cherry tree next to my porch. Before long, it hopped right over onto the bird feeder, chirping it’s pretty song.
And now I know the call of a Tufted Titmouse. All thanks to social distancing and quarantine that has me rethinking the way I live my day to day life.
How else will coronavirus impact me? It’s hard to say. But the question in my head and heart is now, how else will I embrace the opportunities now set before me?
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