There are sparrows who nest each spring in the vent that goes out of our downstairs bathroom.
I heard them today when I went into the bathroom. Their chatter gave me joy.
This afternoon, there were a flock of crows in the tall evergreens beside our back yard. A dozen or more.
"What is a group of crows called?" I asked Bern.
"A flock," she said, "isn't that what all groups of birds are called?"
I looked it up on line. A group of crows is called a 'murder of crows'. Though some people, not liking that, call them a "storytelling of crows".
Back to yesterday, Bern told me she saw at least a half dozen hawks over our yard. I looked that up too. A group of hawks is called a 'cast', an "aerie" or a "kettle" of hawks. I think I like "kettle" best.
And any number of birds are back in our yard. Spring must be coming.
The birdsongs are balm to my soul,.
- At least a month to go
- non-Funerals in a time of pandemic
- So, another month
- surprise call
- On-line church tomorrow
- Staying at home
- Old stuff
- Not like waiting for Christmas
- Here's the sermon I'll preach on Sunday for Facebook
- no church
- morning birds and afternoon sunshine
- It's beginning to feel natural
- Biden is winning
- Definitely wierd
- Definitely not 'business as usual"
- A sermon I never preached
- The Sports World should be in charge of the country
- Doing my taxes
- Happy to be where I am
- I hate, hate, hate Daylight Savings Time
- Believe science and don't be traumatized
- I am surrounded by poetry
- Hold on, beloved
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