Last Lent I did a series called “Sitting,” just observing what was happening in my backyard. I sat earlier this month in Estes Park, Colorado. Here’s what I saw:

I heard it before I saw it. Who knew that when you stop to sit after hiking in the snow, it’s cold! I ate standing up, shifting from foot to foot.

I scanned Lake Bierstadt for the sound, but it was right behind us. The bird (which I did not identify until later) was sitting on top of the pine tree, just like a partridge in a pear tree.