Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

As I was opening the shutters on our bedroom window, a saw two tiny birds, who looked like Chickadees, finding tasty bits in the gutter about two feet below the window.  What joy to watch them unobserved, and feel that a clogged gutter was actually aiding birds in their search for food.  Would I have felt the same if it had been crows?  I hope so, as I profess to be fascinated with crows.  I know they are my neighbors, and I seldom leave the house without them greeting me by the garage or in the parkway across the street.  I have a friend whose front yard is crowded with bird feeders, and she has a picture window that allows her to watch them to her heart's content.  She lives on the east coast, so she sees Cardinals and Bluebirds that we don't have here.  I found it hypnotic to sit comfortably deep in a chair and just admire the variety and activity of these birds.  Here I must go outside and actively search, but that has it's blessings as well.  We've had rain, and that brings worms and insects out in the open and creates a mardi gras for the winged ones.  I'm happy for them.