Favourite things


I miss the calls of cardinals, bluejays, and mockingbirds, but I love hearing the songs of blackbirds, chaffinches, and thrushes. The other night I was serenaded by a mistle thrush on my way home, it was singing away into the evening from atop a very tall tree near my house. I could not capture the beauty of that moment — the fluty song filling the cool air, the wisps of cloud blowing past — but I can share the silhouette of the tree and the bird and the bright star of Venus shining in the blue of the twilit sky.