I can’t seem to get enough of birds these days.  I love it  when I’m sitting by the window and see the cardinals eating the dried seed heads in the garden, or hear the nightingales singing in the trees.  A few times this summer, when I was awake in the middle of the night, I’d hear one lone nightingale off somewhere in the dark singing its beautiful song.  Lovely.  I guess I’ve gotten to that age where these simple things make me smile.  Along those lines, I offer this collage.