Since rising and shining brightly were the only options on my crumpled morning checklist, I put a check mark in box one and took option two under advisement.
The grandpups had spent the night; they were much noisier than the grandchildren, as the pooch’s regular sleeping accommodations had changed venues. Intermittent barking overnight kept me aware that they were ready and waiting for someone to come and explain it to them. And Lord knows I tried, through vocalizations that should have indicated I’d had enough.
I finally let them out after Ellie had done her business, allowing them to stretch their legs and bask in the early-morning light. They are both sweet dogs, and they appreciate a chance to attack each other like siblings do when there is no one else to gang up on.
As they thundered by me repeatedly, looking for spots to kill what little grass I have nurtured, the birds in the woods around me lit up almost immediately, singing, chirping, hooting, and gobbling.
I’ve been using the Merlin app on my phone a lot more since my neighbor, Mike, has been trying to identify a tiny bird that sounds a bit like a muted Cardinal but definitely isn’t one. That bird was not out this morning, or he has been read his rights and chose to remain silent. It didn’t matter, because there were plenty of songs to capture, along with several turkeys and one lone owl who vocalized out of range of my phone’s microphone.
As they appeared on the screen whenever they broke into song, it became clear to me that there is far too much noise in our lives that is NOT birdsong.
I was about to turn on the television once I got the dogs back inside, but I decided to skip it, for I had gleaned all the information I really needed already; partly cloudy, cool, with a slight breeze out of the north, and a whole lotta birds who most likely wouldn’t be watching the news or the weather, either, all of them happier for it.
I’m heading to breakfast. I hope you have a wonderful day.
From the Jagged Edge of America, I remain,
TC