The Harivansa says, "An abode without birds is like a meat without seasoning." Such was not my abode, for I found myself suddenly neighbor to the birds; not by having imprisoned one but having caged myself near them. I was not only nearer to some of those which commonly frequent the garden and the orchard, but to those wilder and more thrilling songsters of the forest which never, or rarely, serenade a villager, --the wood thrush, the veery, the scarlet tanager, the field sparrow, the whip-poor will, and many others. ~ Thoreau
We know the Summer Tanager well for he fills our summer days with his sweet songs. The whip-poor-will has been MY BIRD since childhood when I visited my grandparents where there seemed to be one in every tree outside the window where I slept. These days, I often sit on the porch as night falls to listen to his lonely song. What a way to end the day!
I am working hard to keep the trails through the woods open this summer. In previous years, Millie and I only walked them during winter. They are such fun and the songs of the birds along these trails are wonderful.
But, best of all, is when there's someone special waiting for me at the end of the trail.
2 comments:
Thank you, Sandra! I am sure you and your granddaughters loved that! Some of my best memories are of playing dolls with my daughter and grand-daughters.
I love this post! I have missed visiting you...The poppies are blooming from the seed you sent me, and so are the zinnias. They are so beautiful. Thank you!
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