"I would feed my people with finest wheat and fill them with honey from the rock."
- Psalm 81:17
It's the feast of Corpus Christi, and we're in a big heatwave - it often happens when Easter comes later, that we're outside in the hot sun for the procession. I heard a mockingbird singing a little way off - his song didn't interrupt our hymn-singing.
Just now I stepped outside to empty some trash, and in the midst of excessive heat and humidity, I was surprised to hear a neighborhood mockingbird singing lustily; it's hardly to be imagined, but they must not feel the heat. Of all days, to be working so hard giving a concert. And who can appreciate it, with air conditioners running? I'm glad I came out for a moment.
I was busy in the kitchen for at least an hour before I paid attention to the birdsong outside, through the open windows. I am so thankful that most days, even in summer (because of the climate that I often complain about but I am trying to stop), I can have the windows open at least in the evening, and hear the birds. This time Merlin told me it was a Bewick's Wren and a finch.
ReplyDeleteMerlin! Well, if you have Merlin advising you, I hardly know what to say. I don't doubt he knows his bird calls.
DeleteI had windows open for a couple of hours this morning, but it's going to be ninety eight later, and the air is hot already. I always wonder how the creatures experience it.