A cold easterly wind blowing a wee breeze, or a gale, along the shoreline this morning, according to your perspective.

According to the perspective of a particular oystercatcher, it was simply another good day for having a refreshing wash of the old feathers. Preening didn’t gain any new meaning for her by virtue of the weather. It was simply the usual routine.

I continue to feel the personal benefit in doing some things Almost Every Day, regardless of….the weather, or the mood, or the circumstance.

I say almost. Because I’m not as consistent as an oystercatcher.