The Way These Birds are Painted

This morning was able to get out to the wilderness of Marblehead: the Audobon Sanctuary. The way these birds are painted I hope will always astonish me as it did today. For one: the brilliance of the scarlet tanager. I don't know if you can get a purer red. It was what the color red was made for. I imagined God even in his omnipotence had to be right pleased with how RED came out on this bird. And the woman that was nearby (there were a few birders there) remarked how it was indeed fascinating how such species as the scarlet tanager received their red from the various adaptions gained from the steady and progressive possibilities in the primordial soup. How could one let that go without answer? Mustn't such a red come from not only an Artist extroadinare but a Pigment Specialist that must forever astonish us with his living flying feathered color? And of course I could've asked how our binoculars came to be. Did someone build them; or did they arise from lenses, knobs, casing arising spontaneously off the floor of a field-glasses factory?