The morning concert has a new beat this morning, as sparrows and swallows squawk and the blackbirds and the finches warble, a single cuckoo sent up a call, very different from the normal cuckoo-cuckoo I’m used to hearing, more like cucooku-ku cuckooku-ku. It added a note of originality to an already gloriously beautiful morning with dappled mountains and a return of a warm southern wind. I don’t think even Vivaldi could have competed this morning with the birds … what an ode to spring!
late spring morning
festivities in the air
happy bird song
© G.s.k. ‘15