Sunday Morning Symphony
This morning I got up early enough to sit outside with my coffee and my birds. I barely made it to my seat before the symphony started. It started slowly with the Chicadee Oboes. The Titmouse Violins played softly in the background. It picked up tempo when the Cardinal Clarinets and the Blue Jay Trombones joined in. An occasional Hummingbird Triangle tinkled softly. It ended with a loud finale by the Black Crow Tubas.
What a performance it was. It kept me on the edge of my seat and the binoculars to my eyes.
What a performance it was. It kept me on the edge of my seat and the binoculars to my eyes.
posted by Angie at 9:02 AM
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I had the same performance this morning but a little cowboy, dressed in his new western shirt, jeans, boots, bandana around his neck, holster and gun strapped to his waist and his rifle aimed at the deer in the woods. He stalked the birds, the deer, the big black bears and brought them home, struggling to get them to the front porch where the freezer awaited the meat. I felt God's prescence in all these things and the chimes were all ringing and the Crows were all cawing. What more could you ask for? Micah was very serious about his hunting. Logan came out and yelled, "Don't kill the deer, they're too sweet"
Love,
MOM
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