Our Morning Bird

Little sweetheart, I think I’ve told you how much I’ve come to be enchanted by birdsong and look forward to seeing the beautiful sparrows and starlings and magical cardinals when I’m running or out for a long walk. Once last summertime, I ventured into the northernmost part of Riverside Park and saw several cardinals, one after the other, singing sweetly to one another. When I got home I excited wrote down “Saw a cardinal today!” and attached the note to the door to remind me that there’s always something to be grateful for - you! 

Sometimes a little avian friend will perch just outside the window and I’ll see and hear him as I sit here working at my desk. I’ll go quiet and move gently toward the blinds, careful not to startle him, as I try to get a better look. 

For the last little while, still in bed in the early mornings just after daybreak, I’ll hear a little friend chirping sweetly, excitedly, with musical trills and happy whistles. But I can never see him! I think he favors a place just under the housing for the air conditioner outside. I think he’s made himself a little home just under the sheath there, protected against the elements, and alights to sing his morning song. 

I read somewhere that birds call to one another like that in the morning to let their partners know that they got through the night safely and are here, ready to join the day. I think that’s especially sweet and altogether resonant. 

I hear and feel your own presence often in birdsong, my little sweetheart, and it its this that is such a blessing to me. I know you see and hear and seek to guide me. I have faith! And I love you with all my heart and soul. Forever! Forever!