Bird Song

Monday evening we get in from the first day of the weeks work, the dog wants a walk, the sun is out and it is cool.  Once all the errands are done we take to the garden to take in the last hour or so of sunshine.  In doing so we miss the early evening news, we enjoy a beer, the dog brings a ball, and the cat skulks off to a corner as the indica sets in.

In the near distance you can hear the last of the rush hour traffic making its way up and down the East Lancs road.  Cars pull up in the street outside, the music is scouse, funky, donk and the odd bit of that stuff they call r’n’b.  People are chattin’ on mobiles in the street outside and dogs are barkin’.  Early evening chaos you might say.

Straight up out of the blue a blackbird breaks into song just over the back there.   Every other sound begins to merge into a distant rumble, the bird song takes over.  We listen; it takes over, just for a minute it takes over.  It’s beautiful.

 It got me thinkin’…. as long as the birds are singing we are still ok, let’s make it count.

12 Responses to “Bird Song”

  1. i think im gonna cry 😀

  2. If you read the story of Michael Gilbert you may well cry !!!

  3. Is right, the best things in life are free !

  4. vale parks chirpin like a orb remix

  5. DorisCakes Says:

    …and that was exactly how Monday evening went, word for word :0)

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