I thought about an interesting incident the other day and how we can still be tied to the ways of the past. I was driving around with my sister and niece and was telling them about an orange-breasted bird I had seen moving through the bushes in the back yard. At first I was thinking it was just a robin, but then I realized the bird’s breast seemed to be a bit more orange than a robin’s and I was also thinking that its body was more brown. It just didn’t appear to be a robin.
My sister said it was a Baltimore oriole and I hadn’t thought it might be a female.
And I responded with “I’ll look it up in my bird book when I get home.” My sister said she would look it up as well – and even my niece said she had a bird book, too.