L.J. Reads

No pictures. I have nothing to offer this morning except words. Thinking of Noah and the fact that he will probably soon lose his mom. She has cancer, in a lot of places. There are such sad things in this world. But then I was outside a while ago doing the chicken chores and hearing the bird songs in the trees. That is a place full of life and hope. We have a lot of trees in our yard and it seemed like each individual tree had a bird in it broadcasting its song. Because I couldn't see any of the birds it felt the tree itself was making that sound. Each tree had its own song. Loud. Little tiny birds are capable of making such big sounds! I couldn't tell by sight who the birds hidden in the trees were but my merlin app said that there were northern house wrens, american redstarts, robins, white crowned sparrows, baltimore orioles and wood thrushes. The wood thrush was right in front of where I stood listening. I have heard that song many times in this yard over the years. A beautiful flute like song. I'm wearing the hearing aids again today. Going to try and get used to them. They say it takes one to 4 months (!) of wearing them before it feels normal. I'm going to give it a better try this time. If for no other reason than for the birds.

I've been noticing how alive with birds nature is right now. It's kind of amazing how devoid of birds we are in the winter. You can walk many miles in the woods in winter and not see or hear a single bird. But now the woods are full of them. Constant songs. I have a baby monitor in the chicken coop so I can hear what's going on in there and I have second baby monitor just outside it in the yard. Sitting here in my room I just now heard the wood thrush again.

Thinking about Noah and how people cope when they have terrible things happening. There has to be relief, some kind of relief or it will crush you.