A Bird in hand is worth two in the bush

I am grateful for longer light filled evenings...

A Bird in hand is worth two in the bush...what does that mean anyway...not sure, but the post title fit the picture so perfectly I couldn't resist!
Scott saved this beautiful Cardinal from frantically flying into the windows on the porch, the door was wide open, yet the poor little thing kept flying into the same spot looking for an exit. I can be like that sometimes, how about you? Frantically flapping around, doing the same old things, hoping for a different result. I am slowly learning to pause and look around for the open door, 'cause it's always there, hidden in plain sight as a change in behavior, shift in perspective, a skillful response rather than a knee-jerk reaction and so on. Enjoy your Saturday!

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