While shoveling tons of snow yesterday morning, the sweet sound of bird song stopped me in my tracks.
Most of the time, as snow falls relentlessly from a light gray sky, what is most surprising is how quiet it gets.
Pausing momentarily, to make sure it was not my snowbound imagination, there it was again----a song so sweet that it brought a smile to my lips.
I looked around to see where the sound was coming from.
Sure enough, way up on a utility wire sat a lovely, lonely bird.
His head was black but the rest of his body was a very flashy red.
His music was truly melodious.
I couldn't help but think how amazing that little creature was to be singing, all by his lonesome, on a frosty winter morning.
Was he looking down on me shoveling? Did he start singing to make me happy? To keep me company? To say, "Hey, spring starts next week?" I will never know.
The little winged one stayed quite awhile and then, whoosh, he was gone.
The walkways were finally shoveled so I retreated into the house.
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