A bird does not sing because it has an answer; it sings because it has a song.
Maya Angelou
I watched the birds for a few minutes when I woke up. There were flocks of Yellow Grossbeaks, a few Jays and some Chickadees filling the bare trees with their bodies and their song. They seem to intentionally make their appearance obvious to me, some mornings.
It had snowed last night and their food was covered. They needed someone to go out and swoop off the snow and refill the feeder. D. offered to do so. As he was getting ready, a pair of mourning doves landed on a wire outside my window and I almost swear they were looking in at me trying to tell me something lol. All spring and summer we hear the mournful callings of these lonely birds as they search for their mate ...but this morning I seen two happily sitting together staring in at me. What wisdom were they trying to share with me as I contemplate my own relationship, I wonder.
All is well!
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