If you’ve ever been been to a concert and heard the orchestra warming up, you know you get little hints of what’s to come, but it hasn’t yet coalesced into a symphony. That’s what I think of during the late winter mornings when the birds begin tuning their instruments. This morning, I walked out to my car and was struck by the ever-growing variety of song. Even those tough Maine birds that winter over were breaking their silence with vocal warm ups.
It hasn’t been a hard winter by any stretch of the imagination. El Niño has dampened the spirits of many of us snow lovers, and it has planted some inklings of spring fever early for an area of the country that is slow to cede winter.
For those who share my passion for ornithological acoustics, I offer my favorite feathered friend refrains…my special spring sound slices that sing me into my day.
As spring unfolds, more and more birds will call Maine home and add their voices to the chorus. But I am always most grateful to these early serenaders for bringing me happiness and hope that the crunchy brown around me will be greening and growing once again. I am also SO grateful for this Slice of Life Challenge that has encouraged me to slow down, tune in, and notice what is going on around to me. Focusing on these small “slices” elevates my awareness of what is important enough in my life that I want to capture and preserve in words or images. I can only imagine the same experiences for my fellow slicers!