The Gift of Bird Song

This is our front door
with its wreath.

Yesterday we had the window in the family room open to let in some fresh air.  At some point we heard the beautiful song of a bird (not a Western Bluebird -- they like to yell).  It was a back window open, but the sound was coming from the front.  No matter which window we looked out, we didn't see a bird.

Later, after a walk, I was pulling a few weeds and decided to go in.  As I got closer to the front door I saw a couple of birds sitting in the wreath!  They were our singers!  I had Derek come and see, and we accidentally scared them away.

This morning Derek said, "It's like watching a shadow show."  He was looking out the front door from inside and could see at least one bird hopping around.  They were singing beautifully on and off throughout the day.  

The wreath looks like it was made from a forsythia bush, but it is fake flowers.  We have a real forsythia bush not far away, but I guess they like the fake forsythia on the door better.  Who knows what will happen next, but for now I am thankful for something a little different, and the beautiful gift of bird song.

This is the door from inside this morning.

This is the closer up blurry version
with our singing bird friend.