If you haven't noticed yet, I often tend to use titles that come from songs for some of my posts. I love the music from the 30s and 40s so the tunes from the Big Band era will often be an intro to my written thoughts here.
If I'm truly honest, all types of music fills my life through CDs, radio, and when I can get tickets - to concerts. But the best music lately has been that of the birds. It seems like every time I walk out my back door lately the cacophony of song from the neighborhood birds makes me stop and simply listen. Early mornings are always the best, but if I sit outside with my lunch I am amazed at the number of different bird songs I can enjoy.
Last night when the cold front descended I sat in our back yard and listened to them complaining - loudly! I have so many different types of feathered wonders this summer in my yard and at my feeders. A really new addition is several varieties of hawks that circle above or stop to rest on our 6 foot fence that divides our yard from the neighbors. Many bird watchers don't like those raptors, but I find them fascinating. We've had them stay for long periods of time and I've had a chance to take in their beauty.
My favorite little bird these summer days is the little screech owl which seems to be always yelling lately. I've only glimpsed it once, but his noise has haunted the area around our home for quite a while. I know we have a bard owl nearby as well since it has swooped through the yard over the dog pen off and on for the past few years. This spring I saw a huge pale colored owl that seems to plunge from the sky in the night darkness with only the moon to paint its shadow. I haven't seen it well enough to name it as a snowy owl, but I believe it is a snowy. The bird gives me the chills when it flies through because it seems to drop in from no where silently to search for food I'm sure. It's silent and is almost ghostly at times.
Listening to the owls as they awaken to the darkness each night, hearing the screeches of the hawks as they circle and land, or enjoying the calls of the many types of small birds at my feeders and around the yard for me can often be the best music of all. Life always seems to be full of music, and most of it it's alive in my yard, and in the voices of my feathered friends as well.