Last week Marie and I welcomed two new members of the family home, Nixon the Agate canary and Tom the English budgie. Nixon is a wonderful singer, from a long line of great singers, his songs full of bass and flute notes, with occasional bell and bubbling water sounds filling the house as he welcomes the rising sun. Tom is the quiet taciturn type who says little but likes to sit on your shoulder and occasionally grumble about nothing in particular. Perhaps he got that from me....They live in separate cages, and even though Tom has the run of the place, he has already bonded with Nixon and can be usually found sitting on Nixon's cage as close as he can to his new buddy. The house is always filled with song now from 7am till sundown and, although it doesn't look or feel like spring outside, winter has finally been put to rest from within. gws
|It is not only fine feathers that make fine birds|
|Sing away, ay, sing away, Merry little bird |
You have to believe in happiness,Or happiness never comes ...
Ah, that's the reason a bird can sing -
On his darkest day he believes in Spring.