Friendly Robin on Iona. My husband and I have this rather new habit, initiated by me of course, of naming something that we are grateful for. We do right when we wake up, so often, as the fresh brewed aroma floats up the stairs, coffee is mentioned. I’m sure we’re not alone in this gratitude, although some of you may be tea drinkers. Regardless, you get the idea.
Another popular gratitude is birds, which have been in magnificent harmony these early spring mornings. If we’re early enough they are singing in chorus, offering a calming beginning to the day. Then they stop; it is silent and we figure it’s time to pour the coffee.
Maybe some of you ornithologists know which birds are singing. Is it a ecumenical choir, with all the local song birds participating? Or are birds exclusive about their singing partners? Regardless, listening is a beautiful way to start the day. It’s the sound of silence.
Another popular gratitude is birds, which have been in magnificent harmony these early spring mornings. If we’re early enough they are singing in chorus, offering a calming beginning to the day. Then they stop; it is silent and we figure it’s time to pour the coffee.
Maybe some of you ornithologists know which birds are singing. Is it a ecumenical choir, with all the local song birds participating? Or are birds exclusive about their singing partners? Regardless, listening is a beautiful way to start the day. It’s the sound of silence.