This little guy – every Spring – he builds a little nest inside the edge of our house where it opens somewhat to the attic with his mate. And then he sits in this tree, always in the same spot for years now, and chirps and chirps and chirps to his little hearts’ content!
I saw him again for the first time in months and ran back inside to grab my camera and take this shot. I adore him, and I talk to him (and probably look like a crazy lady LOL) and he stops his incessant chirping to look down and cock his head at me (likely wondering why this crazy woman tries to talk to him) and we have a moment 😀 .
He’s just so handsome! Look at his perfectly designed, defiant and proud little bird-face! He may be small and fluffy, but he is stout at heart I assure you!
Anyway… we always seem to have the same birds each year, at least, I think they may be the same ones. There’s the sparrow family who produce babies under the edge of our roof, always in the same spot, there’s the red bird (cardinal) and his mate, who two years ago I caught a shot of them “kissing” as they fed each other from our makeshift feeders.
However this year I discovered a new little one when I was out early gardening. It’s a male mocking bird – and oh what a songbird he is!
Springtime. ❤ Here are some verses I found that stood out to me recently when savoring this season:
“The heavens declare the GLORY of God, and the skies above proclaim the work of His hands!”
“For behold, the winter is past;
the rain is over and gone.
12 The flowers appear on the earth,
the time of singing has come,
and the voice of the turtledove
is heard in our land.
13 The fig tree ripens its figs,
and the vines are in blossom;
they give forth fragrance.
Arise, my love, my beautiful one,
and come away.”
Song of Solomon 2:11-13
“Be patient, therefore, brothers, until the coming of the Lord. See how the farmer waits for the precious fruit of the earth, being patient about it, until it receives the early and the late rains.”
It always fascinates me how the cycle of the new life occurs and grows so suddenly from what seems like deadness or barrenness around it. Each year I remember the music from The Secret Garden (1993), when everything is coming alive again, and baby animals are being born. It’s just so beautiful.
I grew up in the country, on land that was wild and breathtakingly beautiful to my childlike eyes. I used to pretend I was inside my own secret garden 🙂 it was heavenly.
This is the song I hear in my head every Spring, though. I’d love for you readers to listen to it.
It still gets me every year… the intricate beauty and joy of those notes!