A not-so-little bird once told me of life’s wonders; it whistled the tunes in vivid colors, fluttered its wings in tempest winds, and stared down the untamed world.

I sought life’s answers and so the bird puffed out its chest feathers, inhaled deeply, and chirped a reply: “Good food!” “Crackling seeds! Wriggly bug legs! Popping berries!”

To travel along the fruitful path. To indulge in sweet treats and live contentedly in a hollowed out tree. This is the grand life of a tiny fat bird.