Bird Watcher

It was time, he thought. Clad in his flannel quilted overshirt, pointy knitted tasseled cap, Levis and heavy boots, he put on his gloves and sunglasses, grabbed his binoculars and Audobon's Guide to American Birds, and trudged out the door.

Heading off into the woods, he climbed onto a recently fallen blue spruce, took up his position, and waited. It wasn't long before he saw her. There she was, in all her glory - a most majestic, inspiring, and colorful...