song birds and hope

The winter has been long here, long and bitterly cold. Today I went for a bike ride through the park nearby, where just a day or two ago the snow rendered it impassable.

The landscape was grim and brown, trampled down under the weight of the heavy winter. But as I rolled along the rutted path I heard singing. It was a red-winged black bird. Not so pretty, some might say a junk bird.

His song cheered me, told me that eventually spring comes. I suppose that’s the lesson of the spring – the song birds always return.

12 Comments on “song birds and hope”

  1. Shannon says:

    It’s pretty wild how quickly the season can change from a bitter winter to a beautiful spring! Every morning there is frost on the ground in our backyard, but I see birds outside the window, its light and the lake is flowing free from ice again. Last night a deer was nibbling back there. I’m glad spring is finally here!

  2. Clanmother says:

    I love walking, especially in the morning when it rains. The “morning chorus” is always there to greet me and give a lift to my spirits! 🙂

  3. I can;t see red-winged black birds as junk bird–that red gives me a thrill. Birdsong + Spring = Smiles.

  4. Eric Alagan says:

    Red winged black bird – a junk bird? Hmmm, what I thought.

    I’m glad you can start road cycling again 🙂

  5. Here in Canada our hearty birds sing in -40 weather! Glad your spirit was lifted by spring’s song.
    Diana xo

  6. Resa says:

    Well, Bill a lovely post… (red winged blackbirds rock!)
    I’m reminded of the idiom “Hope springs eternal”

  7. That it does 🙂

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