The sound of music
So this is where the chicken food goes!
My kind and unassuming husband and I often feel like we’re feeding all the birds in the village. This is possibly true! Even the birds flying past, will stop off en route for a meal in our garden for waifs and strays. This takes some doing, and amounts to a couple of sacks of feed every week.
I have often talked about the birds that visit us and live with us, and I guess I have lost many a reader because of it, but I have to say, I never tire of watching them and noting their song and behaviour. All in all, they fascinate me.
In return, these wonderful creatures sing their tiny hearts out. They wake me with their song and often, when the night is silent, I can still here the occasional insomniac bird singing softly as if knowing that the others are asleep but someone, somewhere, is listening to them.
I would love to be able to sing as well as the birds, but that would take a miracle. However, my mother used to sing and had the voice of an Angel and my father could play any instrument that came his way. So perhaps, in listening to the birds, my parents are never far away.