Robins feather

While I am sitting outside, enjoying the lovely weather with my cup of coffee. Meanwhile the birds are having their bath and yummy crushed sunflower seeds. I suddenly noticed a very small feather sitting between the leaves of a plant.

When I looked closer...I saw the feather was a little reddish at the top and side.

Picked it up as a treasure. It's almost certain that this feather belongs to robin. (We have here in the Netherlands the Eurasian robin, which is a different specie than the much bigger American robin. Though they carry the same name, it's a different bird.)

Everyday there is coming a very young robin at the feeding table. He is molting his little feathers into more adult-like feathers. The  orange-red feathers are coming out now and he gets more fiery everyday.!

I keep an eye on him because he is so very cute in his half baby-feathers and half maturing feathers.

It think the feather belongs to him, though it is also possible that the feather belongs to the parent, who is coming as well at the feeding table and bird bath.
 

Leftovers

Leftovers on the floor, which I found after the workman were gone.

Pooh-coin

On my way home, I found a Pooh-coin in the middle of the shopping street.

throw-away paper

The beauty of a throw-away piece of paper

whisker

reflections

reflections

Too many things that are not important in life act like very important things.
They screem and shout with loud voices, like ringtones, pop-ups, and advertisements.
Always hurry and demanding, even manipulating.

The really important things, mostly whisper or do not speak at all.
They seem to like to hide so that you have to search for.
which are to me: treasures, peace, insight, wisdom and love.