Mother Nature's Choir

 

Spring is finally here (at least according to the calendar)! The days are getting warmer, and more of then are filled with sunshine. The signs of spring are starting to pop up outdoors with the first shoots of the snowdrops pushing through the soil, and the daffodils struggling to do the same. The stores are filled with Easter candy and fluffy bunnies. Everywhere you look there is something that shouts, "spring is here."

There is another sign of spring that speaks to my heart. It is waking up in the morning and, finally, hearing birdsong. The only birds I hear over the winter in these parts are the crows and the few geese that live on a nearby farm that don't migrate. The first morning I hear the sweet song of the robins, or the notes of the chickadees, or the chirps of the sparrows, I know for sure that spring has indeed arrived. 

Of all the magical, amazing ways Mother Nature has blessed us, there is something about her beloved choir of birds that cannot fail to lift our hearts. Here are what look to us like delicate, tiny creatures who endure all kinds of weather living outside, not to mention predators always looking for a meal, and yet they can still sit on a branch and gift us with their songs. Whenever I hear a bird singing, it reminds me to be grateful for my life and all the blessings it contains. I do not have to live outside in bad weather; I have a roof over my head and a warm place to sleep. I do not have to worry about being someone's meal; I am fed by Mother Earth. I am reminded of how grateful I am every time I hear those beautiful sounds. I only wish I could speak in bird language so I could thank them, too.

Next time you hear birds singing, stop for a moment and give thanks for all your blessings, and for the Choir Master Herself that taught them how to sing. 

And so it is.