This fountain stands in a plaza in Albuquerque’s Old Town and this morning, while Alan and I walk the square, local birds play and preen in its cool waters.

Birds enjoy showers and they don’t need soap, soap dishes, or towels.

From their songs, I don’t think they have a care in the world, and, at the moment, neither do we..

If I could sing like these birds, I would sing opera and clean up several times a day when it gets hot just because I could.

This morning, I enjoy the fountain, the birds and my brother’s company. I whistle ” Bye Bye Blackbird ” softly, and plan on coming back soon. Our family used to come to Old Town once a month to eat at La Placita and browse the shops around the square.

Life, I have heard people say, is ” for the birds.”

I don’t, for a moment, believe a word of it.



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