Two collared doves

It came as a bit of a shock when a telegraph pole 'appeared' dead centre of the landscape view from our lounge window. I felt a resentment, left over from childhood, that I had not been asked or even told of its arrival. It didn't look quite such a 'sore thumb' when the slack wires were attached, - but I nonetheless willed our hawthorn tree to grow with some remarkable speed.
Very soon after the technicians had gone, I glanced out to see atop the pole a pair of collared doves cuddled-up to one another in affection and due to their tiny perching space. To them it was simply another tree which afforded them a superb view of their surroundings. Within minutes they were joined by others of their avian community balancing on the wires, their tails used like a tightrope-walker's pole to keep them aloft on what, to them, must have seemed like very slender but sturdy branches.
If all of them could think of it as a tree then so could I!
I now feel no resentment as I look out at what is no longer a pole but a lone Scots Pine, its iron climbing aids are now the 'broken-off' lower limbs so often seen up the straight trunk familiar to that species.
What a lesson to learn in life, turning a disadvantage into an advantage, it gives one such a different outlook - literally and metaphorically.
Life's problems are all telegraph poles thrust upon one. I am going to do my best to transform them all into lone Scots Pines.