Snapped @ Triangle Area, North Carolina
What did we call those large rectangular tables, the ones housing a game back in the 60’s and 70’s? We’d pull back a flipper; it would smack a ball; and the ball would zoom back and forth among multiple obstructions. Whatever the name, the Titmouse brings to life that zippy little ping-it ball.
Eternally faithful, Lil TooMoo seems to live for my backyard appearances. I’d love to think it’s my sparkly personality, but I’m a realist. It’s all ‘bout da peanuts! You need a laugh? Toss out some shelled peanuts, then study Mighty Munchkin (wo)Man as s/he wrestles with the chosen meal. Hyyyyyyysterical, since the peanut rivals TooMoo’s diminutive size. But witnessing this degree of determination—in action—makes its psychological mark.
Life throws curve balls, adversely impacting the health of a loved one, even ushering folks to a new permanent in-the-sky home. The Tufted Titmouse in no way eliminates the ensuing searing pain, but s/he and feathery cousins provide a huge assist in walking through that pain. They also unearth the giggle bone otherwise buried by the weight of the day.
As usual, I compose this draft post while seated on our front covered porch. Part of my weekday preDawn routine. The rain gently falls, coaxing a clean start to the day. TooMoo finds the 4a hour a twee early, but bunnies, possums, and deer—following their curiosity—land in our yard. And I smile. Knowing TooMoo will appear later, as dawn breaks, reminds me of Life’s more joyous rhythms.
Nature preaching. Nature teaching. A full pure unadulterated sermon, straight from Mah Main Man, to start my day. Here, the featured image reflects a munchkin bird determined to enjoy a peanut “too big” to handle. No fear. All heart. He met his goal, because he not only tried; he refused to quit. Yo, Lil TooMoo, thanks babe; lesson learned… absorbed. I’m grateful.