Stolen Moments

Yesterday in the kitchen I snatched a kiss from my wife. At that moment I felt like kissing her. Not wanting to lose the moment, I came up behind her, put my arms around her waist, leaned over and as she turned I kissed her gently. It was a beautiful spontaneous moment between the rice and the salad. The other day, I watched a Yellow-Fronted Canary take a brief bath in my daughter's little plastic pool. On my way out of the house I went to put a cup away in the sink. Glancing out the window I saw the bird land on the slide. They are such a pretty creature so I stopped to watch. With a quick movement it hopped down into a tiny pool of water, dipped in headfirst twice, shook vigorously from head to tail, made a splendid little splash, then darted away.

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