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 June 22, 2025 (Pentecost 2/Trinity 1/Proper
7/Ordinary 12 - C)
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Texts: 1 Kings 19:1-4, (5-7), 8-15a; Psalms 42 and 43; Galatians 3:23-29;
Luke 8:26-39
*Call to Worship*
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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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