It’s summer, well almost, in the Northeast and it’s a thrill to just listen to the birds. Outside the sliding glass doors of our condo is a courtyard filled with trees, bushes and a huge evergreen that I call the mother tree for all the birds that live there and stay protected during the cold winters. We are on the second story of the building and the mother tree rises way above us past the third story and the roof.
Now the fountain is running and the local birds, wrens, robins, cardinals, mockingbirds, and doves, to name a few and of course the migratory birds, stop by for a drink, bathe, and sing and by all means bring spring and summer inside our homes with their music.
With quavering or vibratory sounds they sing notes as clear as any flute. Reflections of our own joy is in the music; the flowers are in bloom, the grass is green, and the birds are singing.
Trills, so soothing to the mind, so peaceful for the heart and soul.