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European robins (what you pictured) do have beautiful songs. Our songbirds sing for many reasons, and I have to believe that sheer joy is one of those reasons. Its so hard, though, in the grip of circumstances beyond our control. I think of what has happened to all of us as being moved to a different train track in the journey of life. Maybe it’s not the track we wanted but it’s the track we have. Somewhere, somehow, we find meaning and pleasure in new things found along the new track. That’s well worth singing about!
Alana, I so agree with you!
So much Yes!
Singing lifts the spirit, and we need all the
UPlift we can get these days (especially these days!) ??
Few things are more fun than singing!
I’m nuts about birds and bird song. The bird song makes my gratitude list at least three times a week.
I wish I heard more of it.
I SO agree with this, Carol! Sing!
I think of the poem penned (by a Canadian) during the First World War, In Flanders Fields: “The larks still singing, bravely fly scarce heard amid the guns below.”
I figure if they can sing during such a time as that. I can sing during such a time as this!
I love that, Diane. So much.
Carol, I love singing in the car. There’s something freeing about just letting loose. I bet many more people do it then want to admit it.
Yes! the best place to sing!
Turning to observe nature in any way always has a way to calm and relax me.
I miss having a birdfeeder and watching the birds gather round.
We had to take ours down–squirrels always figured out how to take all the seeds.