He dazzled me one Sunday morning last spring. In a tree near our front door I heard frogs, crickets, and dozens of other bird's songs one right after the other. All coming from this little grey bird! He started before the sun was up and kept going until long after dark. Something about him was so thrilling. Sure, he was imitating other's songs.. but he did it so well! And his combinations were never the same. We enjoyed him for about a month before he moved on. I thought of him often.. amazed that a bird so simple could possess such a talent.
Last week Brent told me he was back, and this morning I heard him outside my front door as prolific as ever. He sat in his tree and sang until the sun went down. Something about this nondescript little bird just tickles me. He reminds me that life and people.. and even simple little grey birds.. are just full of surprises.
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