Even that one sings

These birds while I’m working with every window open to the wind and sun and outdoor noise — only it turns out it’s not noise at all but music. Constant and lovely.

Why is it that it’s never occurred to me before very recently — last week, actually — to learn which of these sounds came from that bird? Or, that one?

I could move north. But, never south, I think.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s