Friday, March 29, 2013
The weather is lovely and warm-ish this morning and I decided to hang one load of laundry outside on a makeshift clothesline. (Yellow nylon rope that I string from a fence to my deck and back to another fence at a 45 degree angle.)
It was sunny and fresh... and quiet.
Listening to my neighbourhood waking up is a simple delight of mine. My little backyard is a hummingbird highway and whenever I sit in the sunshine, I listen for the hummers zipping back and forth with their unique chirping "song". We have hummingbirds in our neck of the woods ALL WINTER LONG. I know, it sounds improbable.
I've been told our other resident bird population is called the junko. I don't even know what their chorus can be identified by. I'll assign them the background filler harmonies.
I was listening to coo-ing, trills, chirps, high tweet tweet tweets and cheeps from our feathered friends.
Let me tell you how peaceful and lovely their avian choir sounded to me! I was happy and fulfilled just to be hanging out wet clothes! Imagine a warm sunshine on your back, a gentle breeze and songbird melodies.... How blessed I felt.
I'm calling it Songbird Therapy. The clean clothes are just a bonus to my guiltless pleasure in a tiny backyard. Yet, I have it all. The colourful bulbs are showing off, the fragrance of grass is teasing my nose and my ears enjoyed a delicate orchestra of wildlife in their nests.
You may love your video games, but I'll stick to my backyard choir!