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Music to my Ears, Polar Vortex be Damned

I would rather learn from one bird how to sing than to teach 10,000 stars how not to dance.

e.e. cummings
E.E. Cummings: Complete Poems 1904-1962

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Snow-covered window.

This week, I have been anxious about the effect that the brutal cold from the Polar Vortex has had on birds.

Each day, I’ve opened the window to check for birds at the feeders.

No birds at all Monday. The air was silent.

None Tuesday. Absolute silence.

Two small sparrows Wednesday, and a lone squirrel scampering up a tree, but still utter silence.

Thursday, again no birds, no bird sounds.

Friday, still no birds, still eerily – disconcertingly – silent.

This morning, a lone Mourning Dove on a branch, and as I lifted the window open, I heard it: birdsong.

The first in a week.

I couldn’t see the singing, chittering, chirping birds – just the one Mourning Dove – but I could hear the voices of other birds.

A small symphony.

It was music to my ears.


Thanks to Cheri Rowlands Lucas and WordPress for the Weekly Photo Challenge: Window.

Thanks to Ese for her Weekly Shoot & Quote: Music challenge.

Thanks to Ed for the Sunday Stills: White challenge.

Thanks to Ailsa for her Where’s My Backpack: Winter challenge.

Thanks to Dawn for her Lingering Look at Windows challenge.


A selection of my heron and flower photos is now available at the Five Crows Gallery in Natick, MA. Drop in and see the work of the many wonderfully creative artists who show there when you’re in the area.

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Remember: Walk softly and carry a long lens.™

The Tao of Feathers™

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