It’s somewhat ironic how often I struggle to get out the front door to walk the dog, because there are plenty of days that that walk is the highlight of the day. Last week I saw a blue heron in the woods (you might have seen my failed attempt to take a photo of him).
This morning’s highlight wasn’t visual, though. It was auditory.
As dog and I returned to the corner near our street, a little boy with short blond hair was standing there waiting for the school bus. Walking toward him was a girl about his age.
“Hey!” he called out to her. “Do you hear that?”
“Hear what?” she answered.
The boy pointed to some Douglas Fir trees behind a nearby home. “The birds! They’ve returned from migration.”
The girl stopped, looked in the trees, and listened to the birdsong. She said, “Cool!”
“Know why they’re so chatty today?” he said. “It’s because it’s sunny.”
I have no idea if those were actually birds freshly returned from migration, or whether they actually sing more in the sunshine. Doesn’t matter. The boy was outdoors, he noticed the birds singing, and he knew that many of them migrate, and they often come back in the spring. He shared what he knew with the girl, who appreciated it.
Damn, that made me happy.