This isn’t the first lilac-breasted roller I’ve posted, probably the 50th I would imagine.
In the past the images were of happy rollers, their brilliant rainbow feathers gleaming in the sun, flitting about the trees next to our vehicle like over wound toys. I love to see them that way, they practically sparkle.
But I like this too: a pensive roller perched on the tip of a rugged log, the clouds overhead draining the gleam from its wings. It’s no less beautiful. Just quiet.
Everything needs a little quiet now and then.