The Titmouse Symphony the Name Sikorski Means Titmouse In Polish

Captivated and compelled to find my little friend, who has broken out in song again. Sitting on the window ledge, he stretches his neck as he tilts his head. Releasing a group of compact and purposeful notes, I gaze blissfully upon his silken, iridescent cloak. Feathers... Fashioned and fitted and plucked to perfection, he begins to sing this mornings delightful rendition. I am wondering what makes my little friend sing out like this today ? What meaning is his melody trying to convey ? ....The morning’s announcements ? Meant to guard the others in his little band, against the peril at hand. A few of his ravenous neighbors are on the prowl, scouring and scouting his surrounding acres now...Be on watch ! BEWARE ! Or is it a pledge of noble chivalry, his love songs sweet endowments of fidelity. Could it be a gleeful ode of expression, my excited little friends’ personal impressions of Mother Natures morning menu ?... Is he calling to his brethren so they can begin sampling too ? Could he be pronouncing and proclaiming the virtues of his simple existence ? Or, perhaps, instead, he is voicing his frustrations, with winters harsh weather, as it transitions, into springs bountiful splendor. I dare not ask as I linger there, in quite admiration appreciating my little friends melodic and heartfelt song. Charmed and besotted by him, I am taken unawares. The song sung by one has turned into TWO ! They sing together, ever so sweetly now, as a pair.