Maybe it’s because it’s finally warm enough to open the windows, but I’ve been noticing that the air is filled with the songs of birds. Seems that there’s choir out there! Perched on fences, standing on railings, balancing on tree branches, they will entertain whoever stops to listen.
But I don’t think they sing for an audience. I believe they sing for themselves. Maybe they figure, “You can think whatever you want about me or my song, or you can ignore me all together. I’m going to sit here chirping and singing my heart out because it makes me happy. I love my own tune and when I’m good and ready I’ll fly off, perch in a new place and sing some more.”
Yeah, there’s nothing like singing your own song.