I’ve had the great fortune of traveling to India three times thus far in my lovely life. During one of those trips, in a family member’s kitchen, I heard a very sweet bird song, and asked, which bird is this we are hearing?
The answer: A Mockingbird.
We do have them in the U.S.A., and they have them there, also.
And, of course, there is the infamous To Kill A Mockingbird.
This bird, you see, is known for mimicking the songs of other birds, often loudly and in rapid succession. They symbolize both gay abandon and innate mirth.
And today, due to several reasons, I felt this very way.
Also, when reading Mark Kerstetter’s blog, I remembered how the thrill of hearing a new birdsong makes my heart sing. You might see why:
Thanks Mark, for adding your harmonious thrill to my day!