Remember I mentioned yesterday that my backyard was filled with birdsong? Well, this morning, with camera near at hand, I was ready for my fine-feathered friends.
It's cold and blustery today, and the birds have been at the feeders with a vengeance. For all the plummeting temperatures, they still sit on barren branches filling the air with the sweetest of songs. It was as if I were listening to a choir in a grand cathedral. The Choir of the Great Outdoors!
Here's a feather thought to ponder... if these little sparrows can sing their hearts out in the middle of winter, maybe singing would be a cheery way to help us out when we're experiencing our own midwinter doldrums.
how true or if we can't sing we could chirp or warble.ReplyDelete
Those little sparrows look cold-it's amazing they can sing so beautifully in such cold!ReplyDelete
Oh, they look delicious... um, we mean, they look beautiful! ;-)ReplyDelete
Lin, what is that saying that goes around -- sing like no one can hear you? Why not! And if that includes chirps and warbles, let's go for it!ReplyDelete
Sherri, I used to 'fret' about my little birds being out in the cold, until the good Lord reminded me, they have their own down- feather coats! As warm as any downy feather bed! I laughed to think of it!
Good Cats, I laughed to see your lip-smacking comment....