I am a connoisseur of life's little pleasures. This has always been part of my nature -- savoring small happinesses.
Yesterday, when someone cut down the bushes behind my work studio, I lost a great source of pleasure.
No more bushes. No more nuts. No more happy crows playing soccer with the nuts on my studio skylights.
I am going to miss their birdlaughter and the clicking of their claws on the glass.
I'm going to lose the pleasure that observing the glassshadows of cavorting crows (and their claws and toes) brought to my workday.