“Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul And sings the tune without the words And never stops at all.”

-Emily Dickinson

I try to take better note of my camera settings by slowing down and really seeking what it is I am after. But the birds are fast, faster than the toddler, and so to be honest, it is hit and miss. I would do better with a tripod, but that would mean being ready. Instead I rest my body and arm against the couch, as I am shooting through the front window. They are not perfect, but they make my heart sing.