Sunday, January 11, 2015

Seeing beyond the gray

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:

Anonymous said...

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

Ms M said...

Thank you, Anon. Beautifully written. xxoo

Petrea Burchard said...

It's the best kind of background music.

Mike @ A Bit About Britain said...

They must have been perched up there having a good old natter...

Ms M said...

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!

altadenahiker said...

Ooooo, nice. Do you know what kind?

Ms M said...

I'm not sure, but I've seen juncos and finches lately. There are also some sparrows hanging around, and chickadees.

sonia a. mascaro said...

Love these gray photos!
I love birdsongs too.

Ms M said...

Thank you, Sonia! I hope you're hearing a lot of beautiful birdsong where you are!

Shell Sherree said...

They were like pretty feathered flowers for a little while, perched up there, Ms M. Very lovely ! Happy weekend ... x0

Ms M said...

Yes, Shell, that's a fun way to think of them...feathered flowers.
I hope you and Ella had a wonderful weekend. xo