Thursday – A Sip of Flava ☕🌻

By Lady Flava

As I sit in my tower with my coffee this morning, I find myself reflecting on yesterday… and the unexpected little adventure that came with it.

I didn’t go anywhere… but somehow, I did.

I spent my break watching the birds outside my window—really watching them. Not just a glance, but paying attention to their patterns, their rhythm, their movement.

And it hit me…

The birds I see now are different.

When I’m near Lake Washington, I see the ducks and coots—gliding across the water, calm and steady.

In the Central Area, Beacon Hill, Mt. Baker, and Skyway, I remember the pigeons and robins—grounded, familiar, part of everyday neighborhood life.

Even at the hospital, I’ve noticed blue jays—bold, vocal, making their presence known right at the entrance.

But here… in West Seattle, closer to the Puget Sound…

my feathered friends have changed.

Now I see the coastal energy.

Seagulls cutting through the sky… fast, loud, and confident.

Crows—oh yes, my crows—watching, hopping tree to tree, gathering on wires like they have business meetings to attend.

And those smaller birds—darting quickly between branches, almost like they’re whispering secrets to each other.

Yesterday was something special though…

The wind picked up, and everything shifted.

The birds moved differently—less play, more purpose.

I watched them pause on the wires, then take off in quick bursts, riding the wind or ducking into the trees.

And then came the garbage trucks.

Now that was a whole different kind of bird activity 😄

Suddenly, it was like the neighborhood came alive—

crows especially… hopping, watching, flying low, moving from tree to tree and across the sky like they were following a route.

Tree hopping… sky watching…

a whole coordinated dance happening right outside my window.

And there I was… on my 15-minute break… trying to catch them in flight like a little kid with a camera 🤣

But what I really caught… was something deeper.

I realized… this is a gift.

To sit in my home… working…

and still be able to look up and witness life moving outside my window.

It reminded me of my parents.

They were bird watchers.

They would take long drives, pack a picnic lunch, and head out just to watch birds… to sit, observe, and enjoy the quiet beauty of it all.

And here I am…

Sitting in my tower with my coffee, doing the same thing in my own way.

I guess I really am my parents’ child.

The older I get, the more I see it…

in the way I slow down…

in the things I notice…

in what brings me joy.

So now, as I sit here again this morning, coffee in hand…

I find myself wondering…

What adventures are my feathered friends and I going to go on today?

Because sometimes…

you don’t have to leave home to experience something beautiful.

Sometimes…

you just have to look out the window.

Lady Flava ❣️🌻