Often in the vast spaces of the Forest it is possible to miss the tiny beings finding their voice. Soft songs barely a murmur in the breeze rustling the leaves. If I close my eyes and hold a breath I can hear a whispering note. Fledgling learning to fly yellow beak beginning to fade speaking to the Universe.
Love to ALL!
I love this photo of the baby renegade bird. I hear his song. Wonderful capture, Angel.