Sometimes I wonder if I’m cheating by calling my morning sit “meditation”. My mind tends to roam free over my “problems.” Usually first the problem of trying to buy a house, and trying in my mind to fit the available properties into my requirements, and then pleading with myself to let it go and wait for the right thing to happen. It’s not like I can turn these houses over in my mind hard enough to turn them into something they’re not.

The Pine Siskens showed up this week. I’d heard that it was an irruption year, but this is the first I’ve seen them during morning meditation.

While I watched yesterday, a House Finch, a bit larger than the siskens, approached them and began making what seemed to be begging motions, mouth open, at them, while they grabbed sunflower chips off the fence.

It seemed too early for the finch to be a juvenile. Tonight I consulted the Sonoma County Bird Breeding Atlas and see that April 6 is usually the first nesting date, so it was indeed an adult.

It’s funny to me. Why not? Who doesn’t want to be a baby sometime? Maybe even the finches grow weary of being a grownup.