Good morning, Little Yellow Bird

Having a two-and-a-half year old at our house one full day a week is occasionally like gazing into a little mirror: She repeats phrases and reflects back behaviors I sometimes don't think much about. For instance, apparently I spend a lot of time singing out loud, because a chirping echo provides playback instantly ... and even days and weeks later.



My mother sang this song to me more than a half-century ago. It's perfect for when Caroline and I watch the goldfinches at our thistle-seed feeder.

Video by Uncle Andrés