Early today, in my yard, not a creature was stirring .  .  .
but then, once I got out on the highway, my actual First Bird was a

BLACK VULTURE

and a few miles later, an

AMERICAN CROW

then a few more miles down the road, a

TURKEY VULTURE.


Now I'm not superstitious, but my mind began to call up
fleeting memories of certain scenes from Hitchcock's "The Birds"
and I was  tiny bit relieved when the next sighting was a

RED-TAILED HAWK.

Not completely at ease, though, when he was followed by a

FISH CROW


At last, however, my  primitive Jungian  "Shaman Within"
was filled with joy  by the

RUFOUS HUMMINGBIRD's magical healing properties.


A good day withal.

(Thank You, Sue Hamilton)


Leo Weigant