What Lucy likes

I have noticed that Lucy, the adorable young girl-dog at the cafe likes to watch birds. She doesn't watch birds like an avid human bird-watcher, studious and quota driven, rather she sponges up information in a relaxed way. No lists, no diaries, no research. Just a soft fascination with those snacks-on-a-wing. She prefers to patronize the area close to the No Parking sign, where at times she has been known to crunch on a bit of loose concrete. It is a good spot for observing the goings-on at the intersection, the pear tree behind the barnsiding wood fence, the wisteria trellis across the street and the grass patch where she harvests greenery for better digestion.
I wonder what she sees. How she sees the birds. What goes through her mind.
Then I wonder about myself. How do I see things, what do I really like, what is my purpose, what am I feeling right now, how alive is my body, my brain, my heart. That's all.