It is extremely noisy this morning. The air is not still. The stream in the ravine is rushing loudly. Herons and seagulls and robins and hummingbirds, plus a flicker pounding away on a snag somewhere all add to the cacophony. The Stellar’s Jays are begging for peanuts and the crows want a piece of that, too.
There are other birds out there in the trees, but I am only beginning to learn to identify bird songs, and I don’t know the names of the birds behind these particular calls. I do know that the migratory birds are adding their transitory bits to our airwaves, arriving suddenly with their songs and then gone again as the season requires.
I imagine my world out there trying on a different feathered hat now and again, dressing up for spring.
Photo by Dan Dzurisin and used under Creative Commons licensing.
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