Shivering Bird Song

3-23-2017

I step out onto the porch into a frosty morning. The pure bright sunlight illuminates a clear blue sky and the snow covered hills and fields across the creek and valley, but our house and yard will be in shadow for a few more hours. Breath in the fresh clean cold air, stings the nose and wakes up the lungs. There are chickadees and juncos on the feeders, blue jays and doves in the tree branches across the road. I hear bird song. Many birds calling, ones I can see, and ones invisible to my eyes here on the porch. Chirp, churr, whistle, whine, buzz, sing, the frozen hollow is alive with the sounds of spring!

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