birdwatching
Cal: “A parrot?”
Tal: “A paaaaaa-rot!”
Cal: “Why?”
Tal: “Wiiiiii-eee — not!”
Cal: “Nice flowers.”
Tal: “Nnnnn-issssse flowers!”
Urania laid her head on the table. “Perhaps we should just let today’s art speak for itself.”
Use what talents you possess; the woods would be very silent if no birds sang there except those that sang best.
~ Henry Van Dyke
Timely as spring appears here in the South and the birds return, the odd thing is that I heard a cock crow for over 90 minutes. First and only time that has happened here on my street.
Nice flowers *and* parrot!
Birdsong is sweet, but my favorite local bird is a mockingbird who will occasionally do a “news, traffic, and weather” segment in our yard. Just talking, no song, non-stop commentary (information?) in a language I don’t understand.