One time when walking with a friend, we were talking about our mothers (whom we lost many years ago) and how we thought if they knew each other they would be friends. During this walk, we kept noticing one or more black phoebes that seemed to be following us. Now whenever I see a black phoebe, I feel my mother's presence. They seem to show up at times when I need my mom. ❤
What a beautifully-touching memory of your mom and a gorgeous photo of one of my favorite little birds! They come to our yard and skim and dip in the pool!
