Good morning!
It’s Saturday, and all the birds have assembled for an especially jubilant and vociferous dawn chorus. We even have a recently arrived goose muttering to itself down on the pond that’s a lake (that’s a pond).
Soon the groups will split off and head to their preferred summer destinations. But at this moment, they are gathered together. So let’s close our eyes and take in the fullness of their voices for a minute before we head outside and do the same.
“Listen! the choir is singing; all the birds,
In leafy galleries beneath the eaves,
Are singing! listen, ere the sound be fled,
And learn there may be worship without words.”—Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Onwards,
Clara
