I woke up early this morning. 3:15 AM to be exact. Glenn, too, woke up and opened the window; first time, this year. The slight breeze coming in through the screened opening was pleasant. I decided to go downstairs and start my work. I really wanted to stay around and listen for the morning birds. I was sure they would be singing this morning. Fully awake, I opted for the work. Glenn returned to bed.
After three hours, I was tired, so I went back to bed. At 6:15, it was still very dark outside. It was easy to fall asleep.
As the light began to break above the mountains to the east, I heard them; the morning birds. First one bird, then another until the entire choir was in full cantata. I was ecstatic.
This singing by my feathered friends is so beautiful, so cheery; in the early spring and as it continues throughout summer. But, the first time, the first early morning melody sets the mood for the entire season.
The birds are happy, I am happy.
P.S. Other, recent, recognizable signs of spring on the farm…peepers loudly peeping from the pond, bumblebees buzzing blossoms, forsythia and flowering quince in early bloom, groundhogs lumbering in the pastures…each day, I add to my list. My world is awakening!
P.P.S. Even my chickens know it is spring. Their dismal winter egg-laying numbers have miraculously increased over night!
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