Our neighborhood is lined with mature trees that bloom with white and pink blossoms in the Spring. These trees are filled with birds that start singing around 6 a.m. and then continue throughout the morning and well into the day. There isn't a more peaceful sound than listening to the different birds sing us into every day. Some chatter and squawk, others twitter and others sing little chants. There isn't a morning that goes by that their efforts go unnoticed. Like cicadas that fill the Southern air summer evening, I am unsure what my day would be like if it didn't start with sweet birdsong.
Sunday, April 1, 2012
Birdsong.
Our neighborhood is lined with mature trees that bloom with white and pink blossoms in the Spring. These trees are filled with birds that start singing around 6 a.m. and then continue throughout the morning and well into the day. There isn't a more peaceful sound than listening to the different birds sing us into every day. Some chatter and squawk, others twitter and others sing little chants. There isn't a morning that goes by that their efforts go unnoticed. Like cicadas that fill the Southern air summer evening, I am unsure what my day would be like if it didn't start with sweet birdsong.
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