I’m a bird watcher, so I love to see and hear the birds as they pass through my yard in the Spring. It’s excting to hear the new songs that hold the history of warm, exotic places I have not seen 🌿🙂🐦
A children’s poem for Spring…….
In the Spring, as the birds migrate, we sometimes find one passing through that we have not seen or heard before. They seem exotic to us. I love that! : )