The birdsong struck me this morning while I quietly woke from a restful sleep. Peering through the lace curtained window I saw one of the small birds that often grace the front yard shrubbery. Twittering away with its piercing song it raised my dampened spirits.
For too long the dismal forecast created a brooding atmosphere when springtime should have emancipated my mood.
Homage must be paid to such a bird.
The picture above is of a wren taken from Wikipedia.
7 comments:
Wow...that was my thought upon reading this, exactly so...brooding
atmosphere...thank you
What kind of bird is it?
wonderful!
Cathy
When we first bought our parcel and came out to visit it on weekends, there were no birds at all. In town we had a yard full. I was so worried and I shouldn't have been - I'm married to the bird man. He has feeders everywhere and I think I'm going to have to add bird seed as a line item in our home budget. There's nothing like a yard full of bird songs. When I was a girl, my mother used to read to me from Rachel Carson's book, Silent Spring. Bird songs mean a lot to me and I see they mean a lot to you too.
Yay for Spring. I can't wait til the weather starts acting like it!
What a weekend we are finally having, complete with cheery birdsong!
And now see what fine weather we've got! A little too warm for this time of year, perhaps, but I'm not going to complain. :-)
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