I get distracted easily

On Sunday I was looking out my window when I should have been writing my paper. The view from here is nothing special all I ever see are walls and windows, and while some people like to watch what other people are doing through the glass, I do not. I do see the appeal though it’s like watching a moving portrait with a set frame. But it’s never been my thing so it is usually very odd when I catch myself looking out the window. However something caught my eye that day there was a small flock of birds sitting in the tree below me, they were very small and brown. It was one of those moments that made me wish I knew more about birds, because they were hopping from branch to branch preening and ruffling their feathers. It was very entertaining to watch. Each one would hope from one branch to another and they seemed as though they were following each other very intently. Then suddenly one took off and they all followed, and I think that was my favorite moment of the whole day. There were more birds in the tree then I had thought, and they flew in a scattered pattern their little wings beating faster than a mouse’s hear to stay aloft. I followed them with my eyes until they disappeared into the clouds.