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.