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What do free birds sing …?

I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings wrote Maya Angelou. At least the great poet/writer had a feeling for the why and how. Few of us do. Finding the joy of song sans freedom remains beyond arms reach for most of us.

When I head out the door in the early darkness on weekend mornings this time of year, the songs of the birds are immediate.

All kinds of birds visited my window feeder to stock up on suet. They make my morning walk a little cheerier.

All kinds of birds visited my window feeder to stock up on suet. They make my morning walk a little cheerier.

But what do they sing in the treetops? Do they ask their mate for food? Are they giving a cheery good morning to their avian neighbors? Do they give thanks simply because they are free to soar?

Or, given my admittedly wild imagination, do they instead sound a predawn warning: “There’s that odd guy again,” or “Kids, don’t make eye contact with him.” Or is it something else? Even the owls know of my presence. Perhaps their hoots from afar are part of some sort of tree-to-tree chain letter phenomenon decipherable only by our feathered friends.

Beats the hell out of me. But my walks are partly for them, even though I’m at ground level and them well above me.

There is a peaceful serenity to their joyful noises. They choose to chirp-tweet-peep the morning away in the face of all the harm we’ve done to them and their kind; i.e. loss of habitat and reduced tree canopies and pollution of their living spaces (to name a few indignities).

Saturday morning I’ll be up and at ’em again very early; it is the best time of the week, in large part thanks to the birds. They give me a reason to smile and feel all is right in the neighborhood. That is, until I get down to the real business at hand.

About Dave Bradley (259 Articles)
I'm the one behind two totally unrelated blogs; one on 15 years of writing a weekly letter to my kids (plus other recipients), the other on my localized environmental responsibility. I'm a writer by trade and both endeavors are accepted practice for me. As for the letters, my adult children Ellen and Reid may have seen letters as corny at one point, but it's accepted practice for them, too, to find something in their mailbox other than bills and junk mail. Email and texting don't do a lot for me for a lot of different reasons. Snail mail has its place in the communicative world so as long as they keep selling stamps, I'm buying. As for 'Pick Up Your Path' and the environment, I advocate what citizens can do themselves to take a direct hand in their neighborhood environment. But Pick Up Your Path is also a general environmental blog. It may be largely about litter and trash, but both of those are just one element of the total environmental picture.

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