On Thursday, I heard the first cuckoo ... and listened to the call of spring - and yet I felt for the bird whose chick it had usurped and wondered how she coped.
On Wednesday, I saw the first swallow swoop low as I passed on my way up the hill ... and watched its grace, the sleekness of form ... others will follow.
Words. To bring closer fresh calls and motions of spring.
2 comments:
one of the many pleasures of spring's return is waking to birdsong. steven
Exactly. Thank you for your comment, Steven.
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