Luftmensch photography

Birds have a strange little habit. They are awed by their own reflection. This feathery fluff ball who comes to my verandah does the same. He is so taken by his reflection, he seems to be almost in love with it. Perhaps he thinks it is another bird, but then he never does try to break it out of its glass home. There is no pecking, no clawing. He just sits and twitters at it all afternoon. Which makes me wonder, why indeed does he sit and talk to himself. And why do we not. Take time to talk to yourself, fluff ball here recommends it, perhaps you’ll love what you find too.