There are red states. There are blue states. Why can’t we just be United States? I’m beginning to think this divisiveness is taking over.
While looking out the kitchen windows into our backyard, my husband began laughing, “Come here, you have to see this!” he exclaimed. The cardinals were gathered on the left side of the yard. The blue jays were on the right side of the yard. Keeping their backs to each other they flitted from one limb, to the ground, and back to the trees, occasionally pecking at some tasty morsel. They did not cross bird-lines, however, a redheaded woodpecker arrived. First he hopped up and down the tree on the right, tapping here and there. Not finding enough on the right, he flew to the tree on the left, repeating his dance from the previous tree. He paid the cardinals and blue jays no mind. He took care of his business, then left.
I wonder if the cardinals and blue jays took notice that it is possible to live harmoniously even when not every one is just alike. Did they discover they can cross the bird-lines in the yard?