This week I was overcome with a very, very strong feeling that I should be writing about the subject of bird calls.
Sure, I’m no ornithologist. I barely can pronounce the word! But as spring begins, the birds are back and chatting it up in the garden. They flit from tree to tree and then to one or more of the birdhouses hung in the old, dead peach tree as they look for a likely spot to build a nest. As they search, they call to one another. Continue reading “A calling”