Springtime-Singtime

Greetings from a wet Sunday afternoon ,an unusual event in Cambrian .Well the spring has surely arrived ,a little bit early ,but not unwelcome .Most of the snowdrops are out now ,and a few crocuses,
even the first 'rail-trailers' have called by.It's a nice feeling that the village will come to life again ,both botanically and socially ,not that the winter was too quiet,I did manage a quick trip to Auckland to see my mother ,nearly 99 !!  sorry to those that I didn't get to see ,but visiting her was the priority. Anyway ,back in Cambrian now and bloody excited to see what the spring will bring .
        I am not often moved to actually write down what I'm feeling ,but a couple of days ago I was sitting outside having my morning coffee and started musing on the birdsongs that I could hear .Bare with me .....    Spring time -Sing time "

As I sit here in the morning sun ....the spring warmth upon my back ,
with my ears open and my eyes closed  ...this is what I hear .
A passing flight of four discordant herons....                                      argueing over partner rights and nesting sites.
The piercing whistle of the many starlings ....preparing to make their annual nest in my ceiling ...
The shrill shout of the little chaffinch. 
The reverberating yodel of the frantic magpies...                                as they swoop about the skies trying to tag each other.
The glorious trilling of the unseen little warbler.
And the harsh strident call of the monogamous paradise ducks.
The glorious harmonies of the humble thrush 
and the raucous revellie of the randy rooster.
Above all this I observe the screeching hawke calling for a mate .
and the cunning cormorant saying nothing ,but watching the stream!
 No large auditorium...,no sound system 
  No central heating ....no screaming crowd
  just mother natures "symphony of Spring"
  played out in the 'central sun,,before an audience of ONE !