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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required One of the treasures of our morning walks…as we slowly walk along is listening to the birds as they wake up and sing their morning songs. We love walking together…listening to the birds…it’s a great way for our day to start… as walking exercises our body while those bird songs soothe our hearts. Over the years…walking in the different seasons, fall, winter, summer, spring we’ve come to recognize certain birds by the different songs they sing. Even though we know their melodies and will never know the words we smile when we hear the bluejay, the Carolina wren, the cardinal and the mockingbird. We will never tire of listening…it is a great way for our day to begin… and springtime here in Florida is when the woodpeckers join in. We try to find the birds who are singing…because their colors we’d love to see but most of the birds are shy and sing while hidden in the shelter of their trees. Every now and then, however, we catch a glimpse of the diva…and we let our a little cheer it’s a wonderful moment on our walk when our eyes are as happy as our ears. Yesterday we heard a woodpecker…then followed her sound to a hole up in a tree where a hungry baby woodpecker peeked out…and was easy for us to see. She sang a hopeful tune…wondering what mom or dad would bring her to eat. Would it be nuts or insects this morning… or perhaps fruits and berries…something sweet. We hoped she’d get berries as we walked away without saying a word still listening and blessed to have witnessed the innocence of that baby bird. And once again we thought of our own children and all the children of the world those we can and cannot see… and we said a little prayer that every one of them is as loved and as protected as that baby woodpecker in the tree.
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