A Wood Thrush Serenade

It is said that the song of the wood thrush is the most beautiful of all the songbirds. I've loved it's song since I was a little girl. I can remember swinging on the tree swing and hearing his lilting, throaty chimes in the treetop far above me.

This morning I got up at daylight, took my first cup of coffee to the porch and was serenaded by a thrush that is spending spring and summer in the woods that surround my home. For half an hour he sang his heart out. It occurred to me that I should record his song for the long winter months when he will be away. When I watched the video I realized I was swinging while listening to him...just as I did when I was a little girl.

Livin' the Wild Life!

Living the wild life can mean one of two things. One definition would be constant partying, going to clubs until the wee hours of the morning and a endless stream of social activity.

No thanks. That's not for me.

Here's my definition of wild life.....

sitting in your sunflower patch......

when it's a thrillion and one degrees outside....

as still and quiet as a mouse......

with your camera aimed at the sunflowers....

hoping a bird or two will come along....

and eat from the sunflower heads....

or land on a zinnia.....

and ride it to the ground....

and if you're still and quiet enough a shiny, plump Mama Deer will appear in your backyard....

Yep, we are livin' the wild life!!!!!