A Feathered Audience
Hearing that you loved my playing gave me such a giant spark of confidence! I hitched my guitar strap securely over my shoulder and marched right across to the wide living room windowsill. Propping myself against the warm rim of a terracotta succulent pot, I plucked out a bright, bouncy little rhythm. Right in the middle of my favorite chord, a small sparrow fluttered down onto the outer ledge and tilted its head, listening right through the glass pane! I played every single note with extra bounce just for my very first real listener!