Everyday,
Starting about 8:30, and lasting for about 20 minutes, the happiest grey bird comes to sing in our neighborhood. S/he sits on topmost peak of a very large, mature evergreen tree next door. I sit and watch this happy little singer as s/he offers a most beautiful concert of delightful, lovely, happy warbles.
I have no clue what kind of bird this is...(I looked up but couldn't identify) but I am so happy s/he chose this neighborhood in which to sing.
Reminds me of that cartoon, "I wanna singa, about the moona and the junah and the springa..."
Liturgy w/communion for September 13, 2026 (Pentecost 16/Trinity 15/Proper
19/Ordinary 24 - A)
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Texts: Exodus 14:19-31; Psalm 114; Romans 14:1-12; Matthew 18:21-35
*Call to Worship*
In sacred times of word, wonder, and awe,
in ordinary days of work ...
3 days ago
1 comment:
wonderful! i love waking to the birds singing!
we have a few owls in the neighborhood. we rarely see them but hear them daily.
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