I’ve been spending a lot of time lately lying in bed due to ill health. Fortunately the weather right now where I live is beautifully mild and we are able to have the windows wide open. This means as I lay in bed, I can listen to all of the birdsongs.
One of my favorites is the call of the robin at dusk or in the early morning. Cardinals are also favorites. The harsh cries of blue jays are instantly recognizable as well. We have a lot of nuthatches and woodpeckers whose birdsongs I also enjoy. The soft and somewhat melancholy song of the mourning dove is distinctive and somehow reassuring, along with the busy chatter of the chickadee.
Birdsongs are an essential element in the background chorus of daily life, and I am grateful for them.