It's been a time of endless gray days. Fog, mist, inversion, gloom. But when I stepped out on the patio this morning...
...I heard birdsong, an "orchestra" of birdsong. And as I looked closer, I saw them -- in the very tops of the bare trees.
As I watched, they streaked across the sky, flitting from treetop to treetop.
11 comments:
wisdom never advances: Odysseus
recognized
bird as omen
in gray - grey? -
what's the Greek?
left inscribed on a solid
granite block
like today's sky -
how I love my wife cracking
that granite sky open
& finding
finches?
who knows what identity -
they sing! &
not a gray?
grey? note
among
them
Thank you, Anon. Beautifully written. xxoo
It's the best kind of background music.
They must have been perched up there having a good old natter...
Hi Petrea: Yes, it IS the best kind of background music. It was wonderful to hear in the midst of winter.
Hi Mike: They did seem to be lively and enjoying themselves up there. Thanks for stopping by!
Ooooo, nice. Do you know what kind?
I'm not sure, but I've seen juncos and finches lately. There are also some sparrows hanging around, and chickadees.
Love these gray photos!
I love birdsongs too.
Thank you, Sonia! I hope you're hearing a lot of beautiful birdsong where you are!
They were like pretty feathered flowers for a little while, perched up there, Ms M. Very lovely ! Happy weekend ... x0
Yes, Shell, that's a fun way to think of them...feathered flowers.
I hope you and Ella had a wonderful weekend. xo
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