What a beautiful morning! I was out hanging my laundry on the line this morning, just after 8, the frost hadn’t even melted off of the lawn yet, but it was so beautiful. I was hanging my laundry listening too the cows bawling and the sweet sound of various birds singing.
I could name only one of the birds I heard, a chickadee. My Grandmother is the one who could name all of the birds. We had tons of birds around our place all the time. I remember her sitting in the kitchen watching the birds out the window and drinking her coffee. She always had two books within easy reach, the Bible and The Birds of North America. I always think of her when I take the time to listen to the birds.