Today, I am thankful for bird songs.
A bird does not sing because it has an answer.
It sings because it has a song.
When T and I arrive at the park by 6:30 AM, we can walk our laps while listening to lively bird songs. When we arrive after 7 AM, we're greeted by the smell of diesel from the idling heavy equipment at the adjacent construction site and the rumble of earth movers leveling our beloved trail.
Consequently, we make every effort to be early so we don't miss the latest orchestral work for finches, robins and other avian divas.
For this blessing, I am grateful.