Tuesday, September 11, 2018

250/365/Song

A Carolina wren has been singing his heart out, teakettle teakettle teakettle tea, a song so perfectly sweet, but the weather change is bitter, turning his call bittersweet, this little wren who will be leaving so soon, and it rips my heart out a little when I hear him, and it will rip my heart out more when I don’t.
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6 comments:

  1. CedarwaxwingSeptember 11, 2018 at 1:58 PM

    I love their song.

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  2. SusanSeptember 11, 2018 at 7:30 PM

    Oh, I know.

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  3. MaliSeptember 11, 2018 at 8:18 PM

    Now I'm googling to find his song. Lovely!

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  4. Kim HanniganSeptember 12, 2018 at 6:59 AM

    Birdsong of summer is astonishingly beautiful. But I am fond of the cackling chatter of the winter birds, full of gossip and truth. I actually get excited to find the ground littered with juncos, knowing that snow is coming.

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    1. SusanSeptember 15, 2018 at 6:56 AM

      I ascribe the quality of sweetness to juncos. For all I know, they laugh at this, but I continue to see them as gentle and considerate.

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  5. SabineSeptember 16, 2018 at 6:55 PM

    I'm not sure if this is the same as the wren we hear around here. I just call it a wren, but it sounds so lovely.

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