We are absolutely astounded by all of the wildlife we have seen since buying our house in 2020. From red-tailed hawks and bald eagles to fox, bobcats, deer, and beyond. Today, we had a surprise first-time visitor.
A pheasant!
Last year, on a couple of occasions, our neighbor said he had seen a pheasant in his yard. He asked if we had seen it. No. We kept our eyes peeled. But. Nothing.
Earlier today, while sitting at our dining room table eating brunch, Lisa's eyes widened and she pointed to the window.
"Holy shit! Look!"
I looked.
There it was.
In all of my 48 years, this was the first time I have ever seen a pheasant.
For the remainder of the afternoon, even after Lisa left for work, it roamed the yard and our neighbor's yard. I was determined to get a photo.
At the end of the day, I did.
I'm not going to lie, it was a proud moment for me. I emailed the photo to a few family members. Posted it on social media.
Aside from the responses via email, phone conversations, and social media, that single photo represented much more. It rekindled my awareness that Lisa and I get excited about the simple things in life. What most would consider humdrum.
It also made me realize that we have a tiny tribe of people who notice and take interest in the same sort of thing. That tribe is always the first I send emails to with photos. We get the calls. The replies. The excitement.
A single photo.
A single moment.
It resonates with one of our favorite mantras.
Enjoy. The. Simple. Things.
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