I was out early enough this morning to hear the birds waking up. So man birds singing at the top of their lungs! I want to form a club made up of people who commit to going outside for ten minutes every morning and listen to the bird chorus. The birds don’t need us to hear them. But we need to hear them and be grateful.
A new bluebird family is one of the many reasons spring and summer are my favorite seasons. Over the next several months, I’ll spend hours watching nature in our backyard.
I miss feeding the birds.